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His Mother's Hair, Part II E By Melissa Anne Curling Author's note: In the following few paragraphs, the stage is set for the next installment of Wendy's story. After that, there is a vivid description of a lovemaking session between Madge and Nancy. If you aren't inclined to enjoy a scene like that, go to 'Edit' in your browser menu and do a 'Find' for the word kitchen (just the word, no underline or punctuation). That should take you to where the story picks up after their love making scene. His Mother's Hair, Part II E At 4:45 A.M. in the Bryson's living room, Wendy, Janine and Shelly were all soundly asleep from their late night activities. Shelly was exhausted from a very satisfying evening in which she got her nuisance hair boyishly cut very short and rid herself of even her plain cotton panties trading them for a pair of boy's Jockey shorts. She went home to enjoy seeing her favorite major league team win a long yet exciting baseball game in extra innings. As she started to doze after the game in her dad's old reclining chair, she had also taken great satisfaction in the fact that she had been left out of the silliness of the slumber party going on next door without discussion or argument. She now slept soundly even though it was only a couple of hours ago that her mother had led her from the comfort of her own family room to the floor of the living room in the Bryson house making a bed for her there. Her brother, Janine, and Wendy had a very different satisfying evening that consisted of dressing up, having a photo shoot, getting their hair set in curlers (Janine for the first time), watching a Shirley Temple movie, having their faces done with garish make up, and even talking a little bit about boys. In other words, it was a truly fun night for both of them. Upstairs, Wendy's grandma, Wilma, was also sleeping soundly. However, down the hall, the boys' two mothers were silent but awake. "Madge, are you asleep," Nancy whispered as softly as she possibly could close to Madge's ear. "Of course not. You've had your hand on my right breast for most of the night and I'm about to lose my mind it feels so good. How do you think that I could possibly be sleep?" Madge answered prompting Nancy to give her breast a gentle squeeze. Because of Madge's tone, Nancy then thought she might have over stepped her bounds so released the supple flesh in her hand slowly pulling it away. "Oh no you don't," Madge said firmly grabbing Nancy's forearm in order to replace her hand back on her breast for the second time that night. Nancy took this sign as an invitation to try a bold next move. After locating Madge's right nipple through the silky nylon nightie she was wearing, Nancy started to encircle it with the tip of her finger occasionally pinching and pulling at it slightly. When she heard Madge yield a low moan, Nancy snuggled up closer to her feeling the heat emanating from her voluptuous body. After getting settled in this new position, she continued toying with Madge's breast. Madge eventually pushed Nancy's body away because she had to retreat as Madge rolled her torso toward her in order to lie on her back. In the dim light from the street lamp outside, Nancy could see enough of a lustful look in Madge's eyes that she could tell Madge was primed for lovemaking. Taking advantage of that, Nancy continued to massage Madge's breast then leaned to kiss her. It was a tender womanly kiss allowing them to both enjoy the softness of each other's feminine lips. "Oh, Nancy," Madge cried pulling her close. "We shouldn't do this," Madge moaned. "There's no harm, Sweetness," Nancy whispered back. "But we are starting something that we may not want to finish," Madge said. "And why do you think I wouldn't I want to finish this?" Nancy said moving her hand from Madge's breast down to the nightie covered crevice at the top of Madge's legs cupping her vulva with her palm. "Nancy, please stop ... " Madge said without conviction. "Do you really want me to stop touching you there?" Nancy said as she started to rub Madge's womanhood up and down gently with her fingers. "Yes, please stop, ... no don't ... oh, God, you must stop now ... no ... don't ... stop ... please don't stop ... " Madge murmured then pulled her nightie up almost violently as she spread her legs a little to allow Nancy direct access to her most special place. "Oh Madge, your bush is so full. I just love a lot of hair down there on a woman. It's so natural, so sexy. I've always wondered with that incredible head of hair you have what yours was like," Nancy said. Wanting to continue Madge's pleasuring she started to make her way through her thick pubic hair by combing through it with her fingers. "Tell me, my sexy woman, what color is it? No, don't tell me. I want to find out for myself." Nancy then moved her body so she was half laying on Madge and half on the bed next to her. "Nancy, we have to ... oh, that feels so, so good!" Madge exclaimed in a low voice as Nancy's fingers finally touched the center of her sensitivity. "We have to do what, gorgeous, what do you want me to do?" Nancy said still stoking Madge with her finger. She could tell that Madge was under her control so moved up to kiss her deeply on the lips once again. After doing so she teased, "You keep telling me to stop. Yes, I think that's best, I think I'll stop touching you there ... " pulling her finger out of Madge's womanhood. "Please don't stop, please keep touching me there, please," Madge begged. With her face still close to Madge's, Nancy moved her fingers back into Madge's moistness and said, "All right, I'll keep doing this but you have to promise me that you will be a good girl for me. Do you understand?" Nancy asked. "Oh, yes, just don't stop touching me. That feels so good," Madge agreed. "Oh, oh, ... I'll be a good girl," Madge agreed willing to say anything. "That's just what I wanted to hear," Nancy said starting now to rub her right hand over Madge's curlers. "You know I love the way you look with your hair up in rollers. It's just so feminine and it reminds me of when I was a little girl," she said as she continued stroking Madge's clit with the fingers of one hand while stroking Madge's roller set hair with the palm of the other. "Mmmm, I love my hair in up in rollers," Madge managed to say in an almost childlike fashion. "Yes, I'm sure you love having your hair in curlers. It's very sexy and very feminine. Very soon, I want you to have that girlie boy of yours set your hair in smaller rollers because I want to see your hair extra curly. Do you understand?" Nancy asked. "Yes, oh yes," Madge moaned as she thought about having her hair in tight curls with Wendy having set it for her. At this moment Madge started thinking of only her own pleasure. Being finally touched by something other than her vibrator made her lose all sense of time, space and propriety. A physical relationship with Nancy had crossed her mind but the fantasy turned reality of it along with her own needs made her susceptible to whatever Nancy wanted her to do or say. "Look Madge, the sun is starting to come up, so now I have enough light to see what color all of that hair down there is. I'll bet it is breathtaking beautiful. So, you'll have to excuse me for a minute because I'm sure you like having your rollers caressed while you are being made love to but I have something much more important to take care of. So, you just reach up there with your hands and enjoy how good those rollers feel in your hair," Nancy said watching Madge move her hands up to her head as she was told. "Good girl, that's it. You just be thinking of a nice, tight small roller set that will give you all of those curls that I want to see. Maybe I'll tie you into a chair and set your hair that way myself. Oh yes, I like that idea! You know, I like it when my lovers do as they are told," Nancy said as she slipped down under the covers after sucking on Madge's now sensitive right nipple for what was to Madge much too short a time. Over the next wonderfully satisfying moments, Madge was electrified by the sensation of Nancy's lovemaking, not only because it had been so long since her last non-self induced orgasm but; because her libido was at it's peak by having her and Nancy's hair set. While her husband would 'allow' her curlers in bed, he only once ever touched her intimately when she did so. She once admitted to herself that her orgasm that one time with her hair set was the most intense one she ever had with her husband. In her spite of Madge's heightened excitement by fondling the rollers in her own hair, she thought that it would feel even better to her if she were to hold Nancy's curlers. Giving in to her fetish she reached down encasing Nancy's roller set with her hands while Nancy continued to orally pleasure her. She actually started to control Nancy's rhythm with her grip. "Mmmm, I was hoping you would do that," Nancy said stopping her lovemaking only long enough to get those words out. Madge looked down from her pillow to enjoy the sight of the top of Nancy's netted rollers in the early morning light - rollers that she had put there. "God, I love that old fashioned way of wrapping a scarf around curlers!" she thought as her pleasure climbed to its peak. She then orgasmed pulling Nancy's head and roller set hair into her throbbing mound. Thankfully Madge had the presence of mind to release Nancy's head long enough to grab and scream into a pillow rather than wake the whole house. When Madge was finished, Nancy said good bye with gentle kisses to her inner thighs. "There, that's what you get for being such a good girl," Nancy said kissing Madge's forehead and cheeks. As she did, Madge pulled her close holding her lover's head against the side of her breast. In this comfortable position, at least for Madge, she started to fall asleep. "Oh, Madge honey, I think we're forgetting something," Nancy said in an almost melodic voice. "Too tired ... feel so good ... need to sleep ... " Madge uttered. Nancy reached down and grabbed a handful of Madge's abundant female hair holding it tight. "You don't want to disappoint Miss Nancy, do you," she said pulling it a little harder as each second passed "Oh ... oh ... ouch ... " Madge said waking up as Nancy pulled hard enough that her hips started to rise off of the bed. "It's your turn to do me, my girl. It's time for you to make me cum so hard that I can drift off to sleep with you," Nancy insisted. "But you need to get out of bed to please me. Go on, get out of bed, hurry," Nancy ordered. A sloth-like Madge threw the covers back only enough to allow her to stand up. Waiting there, she was wondering what Nancy wanted her to do specifically. Nancy reclined momentarily on the bed enjoying the vision of the shapely Madge silhouetted by the early morning light. There was one magic instant when Madge's hands came up to free the nightie that was twisted up around her chest and Nancy was treated to a view of Madge's profile. The odd shape of her roller covered head, large breasts, flat tummy, perfect derri?re and abundant pubic hair growing out and down as if it were a waterfall frozen in time were a picture that Nancy would keep with her forever. "Those are the longest and surely the thickest pubes I've ever seen!" Nancy thought as Madge's nightie finally tumbled down concealing her treasures. Nancy removed the top of her baby doll nightie set then swung her legs and body almost acrobatically to the edge of the bed letting her legs dangle. "Your place is here on the floor, Honey. Come on now and kneel down here in front of me. This is the way I like it," Nancy said pointing. Madge knelt before this insistent woman doing as she was told. "Very good girl," Nancy said patting the curlers on top of her head. "Lean over here so I can give those curlers of yours a nice kiss," she said kissing Madge of the top of her rollers three times. "I don't know why that turns me on so much! I'm so weird!" she said wrapping her hands around the back of Madge's set hair. "Let's have a little bit of nursing time," Nancy said guiding Madge's head toward her breasts. "I wish we had all day for you to continue doing that but you had better get my panties off and get busy down there," she soon said releasing Madge then laying all of the way back raising her hips. Madge complied slipping Nancy's laced thong down over her hips then off of her feet. Now it was time for Madge to examine Nancy's ever moist triangle. Taking in the sight of Nancy's vagina brought Madge back to her college days and her brief affair with her roommate, Donna. Her triangle was also closely trimmed, of fine light brown hair, and covering an area that was begging to be satisfied. "Put your feet on my shoulders," Madge said lifting Nancy's knees. This was a little awkward for Nancy but once she tried it she realized it gave Madge full access to her womanhood. Madge gently spread Nancy's lower lips slightly with her fingers in order to blow her hot breath across them. "Oh my, I've never had that done before," Nancy cooed as Madge displayed her own magic talent for satisfying a woman's needs. She became overwhelmed with the sight of this naturally pretty woman kneeling in front of her with her hair so nicely set in rollers. She was also pleased that Madge was taking so much time to satisfy her. She was the picture of femininity and Nancy loved it. Before long Nancy was writhing from her own pleasure. As Madge had done to her at that special moment of completion, Nancy pulled Madge's head full of curlers firmly into her as she climaxed. It was now almost six o'clock and Madge knew that at least her mother would be up soon. The sated ladies were physically and emotionally exhausted so climbed back into bed to cuddle falling asleep for as long as they were able. At about eight o'clock a car horn outside awakened them. Madge shot out of bed when she noticed the time and ran immediately to the bathroom shower turning it on. As she stood waiting for the water to warm she was aware of the scent of sex about her. Nancy came to the door saying, "Do you mind if I ... " pointing to the commode in its own little room with the privacy door. "Not at all. Why don't you jump in the shower first? I need to get my thoughts together before I go downstairs," Madge said. "Are you upset?" Nancy asked fearfully. "No, my mind is just in a state of total overload. I have a son that wants to live as a girl and I don't know to what extent," she said alluding to medical procedures she knew nothing about. "I think your son is at least a gay crossdresser or maybe a transsexual, I'm not sure which. Your daughter clearly would rather live as a boy, and I've just had lesbian sex with my next door neighbor. Isn't that enough? And, oh, by the way, I just found out that my sister who was married for many years is in now in a gay relationship with a woman that made her buzz her hair down to a crew cut! Emotionally, life is like a walk in the park right now. Don't worry about me, I'm fine," Madge added sarcastically but smiled at Nancy to calm her worries. "Maybe it is something in the water as Brenda said," Nancy thought closing the door to the toilet. "It smells so good in here!" Nancy said as she walked into the kitchen now dressed in a shorts and top out fit. "Good morning Wilma, good morning girls, good morning Shelly," Nancy said not thinking that Shelly was technically taken into account when she said 'girls'. About fifteen minutes later Madge came down after freshening up and basically said the exact same thing but she asked her mother, "Mom, did you sleep well?" ""I was so tired when I went to bed last night that I didn't think I would ever wake up," she said. "What's wrong with your face?" she asked her daughter. "What do mean? I know I'm not the prettiest girl in town but ... " Madge said back to her. "No, what's all of that redness around your mouth. What on earth caused that?" Wilma asked making Madge blush red. "Did you just have a hot flash? You're a little young for that aren't you?" Wilma remarked. "I ... ah ... I tried a new cream that's supposed to remove that little bit of peach fuzz we all get as we get older. It must have irritated my skin a little. My, it's warm in here!" Madge proclaimed. She secretly thanked the heavens when her cell phone started to ring taking her out of the room. "Hello, this is Madge," she answered. "Well that's just great! When did she call in?" everyone heard Madge ask. "That's O.K> if that's the reason ... I'll be there but I won't make it before 10:00 tomorrow. Just be sure everyone is busy working on something productive until I get there." "Thanks for calling to let me know ... How are the kids doing? ... That's nice ... See you tomorrow," Madge said finishing her call. "Bad news?" Nancy asked. "Oh, the instructor for tomorrow's lessons at the college called in. There are only a limited number of students enrolled now because it's the summer session and every other Monday the students can work ahead or do repeat work they may have failed or missed. I had my best instructor, Suzanne, scheduled because she can instruct at every skill level of hairdressing. She had to go out of town suddenly for a family emergency and I am the only other one that can fill in for her. So, I have to teach tomorrow. Owning your own business is not all it is cracked up to be," Madge complained. "Don't you worry about a thing, Wendy and I will be fine," Wilma said. "I'd like to take her to do a little more clothes shopping and I want to go to the fabric store to get some apron material. After last night the house needs to be cleaned from top to bottom and we can do that tomorrow. Well, at least the downstairs needs a good going over so we have some housework to do," Wilma clarified. "Aprons!" then "Housework!" Wendy and Janine said simultaneously. Looking at each other as if it was rehearsed, they then said in unison, "We get to wear our aprons and do housework!" This was too much for Shelly so she stood up from her cereal at the end of the table and said, "That did it, I'm going home. Mom, are they for real?" she asked shaking her head while pointing at the two girlish boys with her finger. "Shelly, you be nice. Remember how you got into trouble in the first place. There are lots of different punishments besides the one I agreed I would never use again. How would you like to have me take away your baseball glove for a month?" Nancy asked. "Wendy, Janine, I am so, so sorry. Maybe you could clean my new room for me sometime? And I mean really clean it. You will have to pick up all of my dirty, sweaty clothes, wash, dry and fold them for me, vacuum, dust the furniture- I'd even have you change the sheets on my bed. How would you like that?" Shelly asked. The boys shook their heads up and down with approval gladly willing to clean Shelly's room. Then, Shelly went home. "New room? You guys aren't moving are you?" Madge asked fearfully. Realizing that Shelly was not part of the slumber party she also asked, "Did Shelly sleep here last night?" "To answer the second question first, after you went up to bed last night I fell asleep. I woke up about an hour later and was worried about Shelly being alone in our house so I went over and got her. She was still half asleep when I got her into some blankets on the front room floor so I don't think she even knew I brought her over here. I was worried that she might wake up as I got her settled in the middle of 'Curler Central' in there. I could imagine her thinking she was having a nightmare but thankfully that didn't happen. And, no, we are not moving but Shelly and Janine are going to trade bedrooms. You know the old 'pink is for girls, blue is for boys' adage. Let's just say that we agreed yesterday that Janine and Shelly will each be more comfortable if they switch rooms. Shelly's room is perfect for Janine with its soft pink walls, lace curtains and pink carpet," Nancy explained. "Oh, that's nice," Madge commented. Madge had an anxious feeling when she thought again about everything there was to accomplish before Wendy's room would be appropriate for his new life. Glancing at the clock she felt rushed. "Do you want to go to church with us?" Madge offered looking toward Nancy. "I don't think so. Shelly has nothing to wear that's very nice that would be acceptable to her," Nancy answered. "There are quite a few nice things in Wendy's closet that she can have if you want to look. I guess I should ask Wendy before I offer," Madge said looking at him. "Why would I need any of those old things?" Wendy asked in wonderment that the question would even come up. Then he added, "She is welcome to any of Wendell's things that he left in my closet." "Thank you very much, that will be a big help to us. But, I'm really exhausted. I would sure like it if Janine was able to go with you though," Nancy said. "I'm sure we would all like that. Let's get the boys cleaned up and fix their hair. They can wear their fancy dresses to church even though they will be a little over dressed. But that's all right," Madge said. Wendy and Janine looked across the table at each other and squealed happily in unison, "Party dresses!" The words 'sissy stereo' came into Nancy's mind as she smiled but she said nothing. Breakfast was quickly over and the dining room again became a makeshift beauty shop. The roller headed boys were made busy by each taking their mother's hair down from their perspective sets. Madge and Nancy were seated side by side at the table as Wendy demonstrated to Janine how he needed to go about this task. He found that he enjoyed the role of instructor stepping back and forth between his mother and Miss Nancy as he taught his younger friend how to remove the rollers from his mother's hair. "Janine, we're going to take our mothers' rollers out. First we have to take off their scarves. I'll show you, look here. That's right, the ends are tucked in so reach in carefully and pull them out. Good, now undo the knot there on top," Wendy said. "Under your mom's bottom roller in the back there should be a little bundle of hair net stuck with a Bobbie pin. Feel it? Just push the prong things you feel, yes, those are the ends of the Bobbie pin. Don't be a baby it can't hurt that much!" Wendy admonished. "Here, let me do it," Wendy said leaving his mother with her hair net loose in the back but still draped over her head. "You must learn to do this Janine. How are you going to be able to do your mother's hair if you are so ... so ... delicate! Here!" Madge and Nancy giggled at this and Wendy handed Janine the hair pin that had been holding the back of his mother's hair net. After their nets were removed, Wendy showed Janine how to take his mother's rollers out starting at the bottom then work his way up as he continued on. The table in front of each of the ladies started to fill with the variety of different color hair rollers. "What are we going to do with all of those?" Janine asked pointing to the growing pile on the table. "After everyone's hair is fixed, it is our job to organize all of the rollers for next time! Won't that be fun!" Wendy said with excitement. As the boys continued with their pleasant work, Janine realized that although he was much more interested in clothing styles and make up rather than hair, he knew that he would also adore working with his mother's hair in this feminine way. He started to dream of learning to set hair by doing Wendy's for him. Even though Madge had much more hair requiring several more rollers than Nancy, Wendy worked more quickly so the removal of the two ladies' sets of curlers was finished at about the same time. "Now my favorite part!" Wendy said. "Come here, Janine." Wendy stood directly behind his mother holding her curls in his hands. After he buried his nose in her hair and inhaled he said, "You have to try this!" Wendy then made the special offering of the scent of his mother's hair to Janine. When he put his nose into Madge's hair Wendy said, "Now breathe in through your nose." When Janine stood up smiling Wendy said, "Isn't that the best perfume in the whole world!" Janine returned to his mother wanting to experience the same thing but Nancy's hair was much shorter making that difficult. "Your mom's hair isn't long enough," Wendy noted. "Mommie, will you grow your hair long for me?" Janine asked sweetly. "Will you do my hair for me like Wendy is going to be doing for Miss Madge?" Nancy asked back. "Oh yes Mommie! That's an easy promise because I want to!" Janine answered. "Well, all right then, I will start to grow it out for you at least to my shoulders," his mother answered. "Oh, thank you Mommie!" Janine cheered giving his mother a girlish hug. Madge took her hair brush to style her own hair in the interest of time while Janine played delicately with his mother's curls. With her hair in defined curls from the rollers but far from styled, Nancy stood up and asked, "What can I do to help?" "I'm going to take Wendy's hair down so you can do the same for Janine. Just start at the bottom and try to leave the formed curls in tact. After I get Wendy styled, you can help get him dressed for church while I put the finishing touches on Janine," Madge explained. Madge took off Wendy's scarf, then his hair net, and started to remove his rollers. While she did so Wendy spent the time on and off looking at his polished nails, touching the studs in his ears to make sure they were still there, and looking forward to putting his yellow dress on again. Of course, the thoughts of sitting quietly having his hair worked on by his mother while wearing his baby doll nightie while were paramount. When she was finished arranging his hair, Madge left for a moment returning with the DVD case from the movie that they watched the last evening and her hand mirror. "Notice anything, Wendy?" she asked handing him the movie cover and the mirror. "My curls look just like Shirley Temple's, Mommie! My hair! I love it!" he shouted. "Yes they do, my baby. There's just one thing missing and we'll take care of that before we go to church," Madge assured. It was then that he took note of the bow in Shirley Temple's hair. "I'll bet mine will be yellow instead of blue, won't it Mommie?" he asked. His mother answered him by patting him on the shoulder. "You run upstairs with Miss Nancy and get all dressed up nice and pretty for church," Madge told him. "I'm going to do Janine's hair." Madge was amazed at the similarity of the two boys regarding how they seemed to relish in the complete femininity they had been exposed to. But, she also noted they were very different in personality. Where Wendy was usually more quiet and thoughtful, Janine was more bubbly, especially when excited. Starting to style Janine's hair like the little girl in the hairdo magazine, Madge removed the setting tape that held his short bangs. Doing so, she remembered that she would need her half inch curling iron so went to the stairway calling up to Nancy and Wendy to bring it down when he was finished dressing. As she arranged his curls with her styling comb and a little hair spray on each to keep them in place Janine chattered- the words coming out so quickly it seemed to be one long sentence. "Miss Madge, it's so nice of you to help me with my hair ... I'm sure I will love it ... I'm going to get my ears pierced just like Wendy did ... Did I tell you that already? ... Mom said I could ... We're going to go to somebody at the mall named 'Meg' something or other ... She's even going to take me to The Limited! ... Wendy says they have the cutest clothes! ... I want to look my best for school if Mark is in my class again ... He's such a dream! ... I wonder what it would be like to kiss him! ... I do hope Mrs. Parsons will make me an apron too! ... There's so much housework to do at home ... Mommie says she's going to teach me to do the laundry and vacuum and sew ... I can't wait!" Madge just nodded and smiled as she had done with many lady customers that were marathon talkers. Meanwhile, Nancy and Wendy were upstairs in Madge's bedroom suite. "Wow, what happened? I've never seen Mommie's bed so messy!" Wendy remarked. "The couch was bothering my back so I asked your mom if I could sleep with her last night. It's a big bed so there was plenty of room," Nancy explained and Wendy thought nothing more of it. "How about a quick rinse in the shower Wendy?" she asked. "I'd like that, Miss Nancy," he replied. Nancy turned on the shower adjusting the water, made sure Wendy had a shower cap on to protect his curls, then left Wendy to rinse off. "Just be quick. Wash under your arms, then your privates, then we'll get you dressed," she said closing the door. Wendy stepped out from the bathroom a few minutes later all dried, powdered, and with a towel wrapped around him starting just above his chest, as would any girl. He found his yellow panties making sure to put a panty liner in place. "Miss Nancy, will you help me into my panties and tights, please?" he asked shyly. She took the panty from him kneeling down on the carpet. He still had the towel around him but dropped it to the floor as soon as she held the panty open for him to step into. "Wendy, that's pretty bold," she said. "It's just us girls," he said casually. As Nancy pulled the pretty yellow panty up his legs she viewed his little member. "That may be the smallest one I've ever seen," she thought. She had to stifle a giggle by putting her hand over her mouth when she thought "I know he didn't get that from his mother's side of the family. Her clit is much, much bigger than that cute little peanut!" When his panty was in place he reached down inside to adjust himself against his panty liner. Nancy now understood why he was able to achieve such a smooth girlish front. Nancy then helped him on with his tights, his rumba panty, his camisole, his petticoat, his dress and finally his white Mary Jane shoes as she had done for her own children so many times. Except for the needed addition of a bow in his hair, Wendy was ready for church. As he walked down the hallway toward the stairs, they met Wilma coming out of her room. Nancy, following behind him, walked past them on her way downstairs to bring Madge her curling iron. As she moved past, Nancy noticed that Wilma was nicely dressed in a pair of cream linen pants, red shell top and a light weight sweater. Around her head she had a fashionable red silk turban with a jewel broach pinned a little off of front center. "Your hair, Grammy! I forgot! I'm so selfish. I was supposed to set it for you this morning. I'm sorry," Wendy said sadly. "Don't you worry about your Grammy Wendy. You can do it for me tonight. How's that?" Wilma asked. "I promise I won't forget, Grammy. Grammy your perfume smells wonderful," he said with a dreamy look in his eye. "It's called Tresor. It's made by a company called Lancome and it's my signature scent. Would you like to try some?" the kindly grandmother asked. "Signature what, Grammy" Wendy asked. "I wear this perfume so often that people identify it with me. Tresor and I are like old friends," she answered. "Well, do you?" she asked again. "Could I Grammy? For real?" he asked. Wilma reached into her purse for the slender vial atomizer then sprayed his wrist with the smallest amount telling him quickly to rub it with his other one. Then she sprayed a little at his neck making him rub himself there. "Goodness, I almost forgot! My locket!" and he dashed off toward his mother's room. After Wilma helped him put it on, she turned him around and said, "You are the prettiest granddaughter I could have ever dreamed of having. You look just like a fairy tale princess," she said. He gave his grandma a kiss on the cheek then walked ahead of her down the stairs. In the dining room Madge was putting the finishing touches on Janine's hairstyle by clipping a white bow from her hair supply box high above his right ear. His hair had already been styled and his bangs had been curled up tightly creating a very little girlish look. "Janine, dahling, I simply love your hair," Wendy said with a giggle trying to mimic the way his friend had spoken the day before. "Oh, thank you my dear. You know it's the latest creation from the continent. All of Paris is getting their hair done by Miss Madge. It takes months to get an appointment don't you know!" Wendy laughed at his friend's acting. Madge and Wilma looked at each other in amazement wondering what old movie those lines could have come from! "Where's Miss Nancy?" Wendy asked. "She went home to get Janine's dress and the rest of his clothes," Madge answered. Not a minute went by until Nancy came in with her arms full. "I'm going to go change. We have just enough time to make church. Nancy, please have Janine ready to go when I come down. Darn, Wendy, we need to put this bow in your hair!" Madge said. Then, "Mom, could you put this in Wendy's hair. You remember how." "Yes ma'am," Nancy responded regarding the dressing of Janine. She was sure not to miss the lovely sight of the sway of Madge's rounded hips as she left the room. While Janine was being dressed, Wilma struggled a little with the yellow ribbon and bow Madge had given her for Wendy but managed to finally get it just right. She then found Wendy's new make up and quickly brushed his cheeks with a little powder. As a last measure, she glossed his lips. "That's enough make up for that outfit," Wilma said considering his juvenile dress. Soon they were all headed out the door, Madge saying, "I hate to leave the house like this. Thank goodness no one will see it before we get home." It wasn't that much farther to drive, so Madge decided to attend a church of the same denomination that she and Wendy had always attended but in the opposite direction from their house. One of the many things she had worried about in these last days was Wendy being recognized and publicly embarrassed. If that were to happen she was sure he would be proud of his feminine dress and hair style, but no good would result from a nasty scene. In this other church, another of God's own houses, no one would see anything but an a mother, a grandmother and two darling girls going to worship on this beautiful Sunday. Madge was surprised as they walked passed the sign out in front church to find that the pastor's name was 'Rebecca A. Howell'. She had always attended services where the pastor spoke, the congregation listened, and the pastor's wife passed out cookies on Sunday after the service was over. Having a woman give a sermon was something Madge had never experienced but looked forward to. As they entered the church, the boys, being so prettily attired from head to toe and in unfamiliar territory, held onto the nearest adult hand tightly. Janine ended up holding Madge's hand and Wendy his grandma's. After all, our 'girls' were far from being used to going out in public dressed in such finery. As the service was about to begin, they knew they had to find their seats quickly. Madge noticed the similarity to her 'usual' church in that people didn't like to sit in the front row under the watchful eye of the pastor, so the back of the church was filled before the front. Our four lovelies ended up sitting in the second row. As they walked in and sat down, Wendy and Janine had been made even more self conscious by the whispers they heard. Barely audible voices said, "Aren't they just darling," and "Oh my, so pretty," "Will you look at those dresses," and even an obviously little girls voice right behind them that said, "Mom, don't you ever think about dressing me that way!" The last comment being out of comprehension for both of our 'girls' because they didn't understand why anyone would not want to be dressed as they were. When they heard the little girl's words, they looked at each other in wonderment then shrugged their shoulders. The service got underway as Pastor Howell made her entrance stopping at the center of the altar. She raised her hands high in offering then said, "Welcome! Glorious is the day that God has made! Rejoice and be glad!" Opening hymns were then sung, passages from scripture were read, it was time for the pastor to give her sermon. The pastor stood silently at the pulpit for the longest time seeming to struggle with her ability to speak then turned away with her back to her congregation holding her face in her hands for the longest time. A man on the altar wearing a suit went to her apparently trying to give comfort by patting the back of her pastoral vestments. After a short while this seemed to have an effect because she turned to the waiting assembly and said, "I must apologize. My mother passed away early in the week. She was the best mother a woman could ever have and other than my husband, my best friend. I thought that I could preach today ... on this beautiful day that she would have loved so much ... but I ... " was all she was able to say. Pastor Howell then held her hands over her face, took a deep breath, paused for a long moment, wiped her tears with her fingers and then, seeming to have gotten hold of some inner strength from above, gathered the courage to say, "Let me tell you about my mom ... " The silence in the church at that moment was the kind of quiet you hear in the middle of the night on a far away mountain. After another long pause, the pastor was able to say, "I wouldn't be here with you today if it wasn't for my mother. While I was growing up, my family and I went to church every Sunday. Our pastor, may he rest in peace, was a great man. I idolized him. I told my mother when I was a teenager that I wanted to tell people about God. I told her that I wanted to be the pastor of a church. My father told me that I would never be able to follow that dream because I was a girl. But my mother told me ... " was all she was able to say before having to compose herself once more. "My mother told me that if being a pastor was what I wanted to do, then I should follow that dream. She told me that if you are not happy in life, then you are nothing. She told me that I would be only a shell of a human being for the rest of my days if I was not honest with myself and be what I was destined to be! She told me to follow my dreams and be the kind of person that would make her proud of me but more importantly to make me proud of myself! It was not easy for me, a woman, to graduate from the theological college but my mother encouraged me every day, every step of the way." Those last words seemed to have taken so much out of her that again she was silent. "This may be the shortest sermon I have ever given." She paused again, this time with her fist under her chin thinking as intently as was possible. Then she said, "I beg you to reach out to your mothers, and your grandmothers! Take them by the hand and take advantage of their life experience! Let them show you the way, especially you young girls out there, let them show you the way to become the woman you were meant to be!" There was not another word spoken by Pastor Howell that day from her pulpit. From the back of the church you could see movement everywhere as hands here and there were reaching for each other- including Wendy's, Madge's, Wilma's and Janine's. Two more hymns were sang, the man in the suit on the altar extended an invitation for coffee and donuts in the church hall, the service was pronounced over and the congregation started to leave the church as the organ played loudly. Waiting outside to greet her exiting flock, was Pastor Howell. It was an uncomfortable time for her feeling embarrassed with her emotional display. "Thank you so much for sharing. I'm going straight home to call my mother!" "May God bless you and your family." "We are so lucky to have you with us!" and "We are so sorry for your loss", were only a few of the comments heard as everyone was leaving the church. Every one of the ladies and most of the gentleman passing by reached out to extend heartfelt condolences, some with words but most with an embrace. Madge looked around to find that they were last to leave the church. It had taken more than a few moments to dry everyone's eyes and take care of the resulting sniffles they each had. Especially for Madge and Wendy, the pastor's words had very deep meaning. As they left the church, the pastor greeted Wendy and Janine by saying, "My, you two girls have on the prettiest dresses that were in the church! And look at your hair! Young girls just don't take the time anymore to get so nicely dressed for Sunday services. You know, people just don't get dressed up for church like we did when we were young," she said addressing her last comment to Madge and Wilma. "And you, young lady, have curls just like Shirley Temple. Do you know who she is?" the pastor asked. "Yes Pastor, we watched one of her movies last night. My mom put my hair up for me while we watched it," Wendy volunteered now holding his mother's hand. "You mean you slept with your hair up in curlers all night? What a good girl you must be to make such an effort to look nice when you come to visit God at his house," Pastor said. "Yes, Pastor and Janine did too!" Wendy offered making sure Janine wouldn't feel left out. Wendy and Janine were reveling in the pastor's kind attention when Wilma offered her condolence. Pastor Howell responded with, "My mother was a great woman and we were very close. I will miss her every day for the rest of my life. I will try my best to honor her memory by being the best pastor I can possibly be. That's all I can do, " she shared. "I'm sure your mother was very proud of you," Wilma said. "I don't remember having you ever join us in prayer before?" she asked. "Are you new to the area or ... " the pastor said not wanting to make anyone uncomfortable. "We have lived here for a long time but we have always attended the church over on Lincoln Street. We thought that we might give your church a try today. I'm so glad we did," Madge said offering her hand. "Where are my manners? My name is Madge Bryson, this is my mother, Wilma Parsons, my daughter Wendy and our neighbor's daughter, Janine," Madge said as the boys curtseyed in turn and Wilma extended her hand. "How do you do, Mrs. Parsons. You look very familiar. Have we ever met?" she asked. "I don't believe so Pastor. But you will be seeing me again. I assure you," Wilma said pleasantly. "Janine, where is your mother today?" Pastor Howell asked. "She's not feeling well today but I'll bring her next week!" Janine said wanting the pastor to meet his mother. "It's interesting, this is the second time this recently that I've heard those two names at the same time," the pastor recalled. "When my mother was slipping in and out of consciousness toward the end, she asked 'Wendy, where are you?' several times. During all of those many times, there were three or four I think, when she would also say the name 'Wilma' and something about a 'bag'. It made no sense to me at all. She was delirious but isn't it curious that I'm hearing those two names together again?" Wilma was startled to the depth of her being hearing her words. Then Pastor Rebecca said, "All I could remember as I sat by her bedside is that long ago my mother told me about a childhood friend she had and her name was Wilma. After all, it's not the most common name. When my mother's family moved far away they lost track of each other. My mother always spoke of it with great sadness." Wilma, now visibly shaken, said, "Your name is Rebecca and your middle initial is 'A'; I saw it in today's program. I'll bet your middle name is 'Anne' and was your mother's maiden name 'Davis'?" Madge, feeling that there was magic in this moment, moved Wendy in front of her resting her hands on his shoulders. "Why yes, my mother's name was Rebecca Anne Davis?" Pastor Howell asked. "How do you know?" "Your grandfather was in the jewelry business, wasn't he?" Wilma continued. "I've heard of people that are psychic but I've never believed in it. How do you know these things about my family?" she asked. Then, she said, "Oh my goodness, you must be the 'Wilma' that mother spoke of so lovingly." "Wendy, come here child," Wilma motioned. "My very best friend gave me this locket on my thirteenth birthday," Wilma said holding Wendy's new locket in her palm so Pastor Rebecca could examine it. Now beside herself with the revelation unfolding the pastor said, "Let me show you something," and the pastor reached inside the neck of her robes pulling out an identical but even more worn locket. "My mother wore this almost every day of her life right up until the end. She was holding it in her hand when she passed away. Look, it has a picture of her in it." She took the locket from around her neck opening it. Showing the picture of two young girls to Wilma she said, "The girl on the left is my mother, the other girl in the picture ... My heavens and Glory be to God! That is you! My Mother would stare at this picture for hours on end wondering where you were!" she said holding the picture up comparing it to Wilma's face. "I've found you for my mother this beautiful day! She told me several times that she would have given up all of her earthly belongings to know where you were. She told me you were like sisters and then her family moved away. This day is a day of great blessing." "There were several similar pictures taken that day. I have one in my treasures at home," Wilma said. "I will tell you that I loved your mother very much. She was truly like an older sister to me." "Perhaps you could clear up a question. Who is Wendy? Another girl in the neighborhood?" she asked. Wendy thought, "I'm Wendy! I'm right here!" But wisely he said nothing. "Oh, 'Wendy' was my nick name. Your mother gave that name to me. She said 'Wilma' didn't fit me. She told me that I was too pretty for a name like that and that my parents must have pulled my name out of ... " " ... a burlap bag," the pastor said with Wilma simultaneously. "I have to give you a big hug. It's from my mother," Pastor Rebecca said hugging Wilma lovingly. "You must have coffee and donuts with us. Please join me, we have a lot of catching up to do. Girls, the chocolate covered ones are my favorite! But you have to be careful, we wouldn't want anything to happen to those pretty dresses," the pastor said taking Wilma by the hand heading in the direction of the church hall. They stayed for a long while allowing Wilma time to talk to Pastor Howell about her mother and days long ago. Wendy and Janine sat down to enjoy their chocolate donuts being careful not to mess their lovely dresses. The boys of the congregation certainly kept their distance from the two feminine 'girlie girls' as they sat quietly enjoying their treat. Noting their isolation, one of the mothers insisted that her daughter be sociable and introduce herself to Wendy and Janine. "Hi, my name is Patricia. What's your name?" the pretty blonde girl asked. "My name is Wendy and this is my friend, Janine," Wendy said politely. Then added to be friendly, "I love your braid. I wish my hair was long enough to have it like that." "Yeah, I wear my hair in a French braid most of the time. Those dresses are kind of pretty but I sure wouldn't want to wear one. They are just too, too, ... girlie," Patricia said. "We love our dresses. Don't we, Janine?" Wendy defended, Janine nodding his head with a mouthful of donut. "Girls, it's time to go, but we'll come back next Sunday. Would you like that?" Madge asked with Wilma and the pastor standing near. "Oh, yes, Mommie. It was nice to meet you Patricia," Wendy said. Turning to the adults he said, "It was nice to meet you too, Pastor Howell," offering his hand and another curtsey. Wilma and Madge said their goodbyes with an offer to their new pastor of a home cooked meal before the week was finished. Driving away from the church, Madge was very pleased that her mother finally had closure regarding her childhood friend, Becky. "What an incredible coincidence it is that Mom found that locket and the whereabouts of her long time friend and it all had to do with Wendy." The other thought occupying her mind as she considered the miracle she had just witnessed was the wanton sex she had with Nancy earlier that morning. She decided to chase that thought from her mind by driving to a large furniture store she knew to be owned by the mother of two of her past students. "Good afternoon, ladies. What darling dresses you have on. And what pretty hair! Did you just come from the beauty shop!" the matronly, well coifed woman greeted. "We just came from church!" Wendy offered. "That's so nice. May I help you ladies find anything special today," the lady asked. "As a matter of fact you can. I'm looking for a bedroom set for my daughter. Probably something along the lines of French Provincial in style but I think we are open to other ideas. Of course, we're looking for something feminine for her," Madge answered. Then she asked, "You are Mrs. Montrose, aren't you?" "Why, yes, I am. I'm sorry but I own this store and wearing one of those name badges is not my style," she said. "My name is Madge Bryson. I operate the 'A Woman's Touch College of Beauty'. I believe your twin sons are two of my former students," Madge said. "I'm so glad you are here! I've been meaning to get in touch with you for the longest time to thank you for your wonderful program," Mrs. Montrose complimented. "How are Percy and Devin?" Madge asked. "The boys have done very well for themselves since graduating from your beauty college. They recently opened their own salon and told me they owe it all to you. Actually, they owe it all to me because I financially backed them in the endeavor!" Mrs. Montrose explained. "I knew they had opened their own salon. They sent me an invitation but I was out of town and sadly couldn't make it," Madge said. "Tell me, are they still wearing their hair as long as they used to," Madge asked. "Oh Yes. I don't think they could cut their hair any more than I could when they were growing up. Such wavy naturally streaked blonde hair needed to be cared for, not chopped off!" Mrs. Montrose answered emphatically. "They sure did have pretty hair. All of the students were jealous but every one of them asked to be their partners when it came time to practice techniques!" Madge chatted. "I loved those days when they had to have one of the other girls do their hair! I remember that one time when they were going through their final exams and they each came home with those contrived bouffant up- dos! They each looked like they were getting ready to dress in formal gowns for a homecoming prom! Then at dinner I noticed that their eyebrows had been waxed and their ears were pierced. Oh, the argument we had when after several days I made them wash their hair and ruin those perfectly darling hairdos. That wasn't wrong of me, was it?" Mrs. Montrose asked seriously. "Those hair styles do take a lot of time. Wendy, Janine, Mrs. Montrose's sons have some of the prettiest hair I've ever seen on a male. I know you each want to grow your hair long but it will take a while to catch up to these two! The last time I saw them their hair was down to here," Madge said reaching behind her and holding her hand in back next to her tail bone. "And the color! They have this sandy blonde hair that has light blonde streaks in it. Women pay hundreds of dollars to get the color that they have growing naturally. You should see it!" Madge said excitedly. "I'm sorry to say that only Percy's hair is still natural. Devin dyed his hair this horrid copper red color about a month ago. I was so angry I could have spanked him! In fact, to tell you the truth, I did!" Mrs. Montrose admitted. "Enough about all of that. Let me show you some furniture." They walked the bedroom section of the store with Mrs. Montrose as she commented on the different styles that she had available. Madge was interested in several of the sets but was discouraged looking at the price tags. Wendy had little to say until he reached the end of one aisle and turned to the far right corner of the store. It was there that he saw just what he was looking for. He didn't care that the style name was 'Cassidy' and the maker was 'Home Elegance'. In fact, he didn't even see those signs. He also didn't pay any attention to the $1900 price tag. All Wendy saw was the feminine antique creme color set that was gracefully hand-painted with a decoration of flowers adorning each piece of furniture. The flower spray was prominent in the middle of the head board and the foot board of the bed, as well as on the face of the drawers of the chest, dresser and night stand. "That's it, Mommie! That's my bedroom set! Look at the vanity, Mommie! It's perfect!" Wendy almost giggled as he rushed over to sit on the padded chair in front of it. Before he sat down he noticed the needlepoint flowers on the fabric of the chair and he stopped himself. "Go ahead, Honey, sit down. It's all right," Mrs. Montrose encouraged. "This is a very popular set. Usually, only very feminine young girls like it. Although ... " Mrs. Montrose stopped herself in mid thought. "Is there something wrong with this set?" the always direct Wilma asked. "No, nothing like that. It holds up very well as it is made from solid wood instead of those inexpensive man made materials. I can attest to how well made it is because I bought Devin and Percy each a set for their separate bedrooms at home. They've used this exact same set for years. In fact, Percy still does because he's still living at home with me. I almost forgot to mention that the set is one hundred percent produced in America. That accounts for the price being so ... " Mrs. Montrose said again not finishing her sentence. "Expensive!" Madge said helping her with the reality if the high cost. "You don't worry about that. Let me go to my office and see what I can do for you. You may not remember that when I brought my boys in to enroll them at your beauty school I couldn't afford to enroll them both. You helped me with their tuition and I never forget an accommodation," the kindly store owner said walking away. While she was gone, Madge was looking at the price tags on each piece trying to figure out what Wendy could do without. Wendy certainly needed the bed frame, night stand and vanity. Madge was considering not getting both the chest and the dresser because she could always get one or the other later. But, the dresser had a mirror and that would be a necessity. Mrs. Montrose returned with a piece of paper in hand making Madge brace herself for the bad news. "This price is a little above my cost; just enough to take care of the delivery charges," she explained showing the hand written number to Madge. "Thank you for your generous consideration but I was wondering if we didn't get the tall chest what the ... " Madge said as Wilma snatched the paper from her hand. "This is a great deal. Madge, I'll split this with you. I'm going to put this on my charge and you can send me a check for your half when the beauty college classes start up again in September. Here's my credit card, Mrs. Montrose. When can the set be delivered?" "Mom, you've already done too much," Madge said. "Nonsense! Haven't you and I already had this conversation?" Wilma said. "Mrs. Montrose, if you please, I'm sure there is paperwork to sign. I'm here all week so when may we take delivery?" Returning with the signed sales receipt, Mrs. Montrose said, "Thank you so much ladies! Girls, oh girls, I have a present for you and you get to pick it out. In the back of the store over there around the other side of that wall are shelves filled with stuffed animals. I give one to every young girl whose parents buy her a bedroom set. Since your mother is like an old friend, I want you each to have one. Go along now, quick like bunnies!" she directed. "I'll tell my sweet ones that you were here, Mrs. Bryson. They always have such nice things to say about you," Mrs. Montrose said. "I would love to see them. So their salon is doing well?" Madge asked. "Yes, very well considering that it is new and they are still building their clientele. I'm sure they would love to see you, too. They were so disappointed you couldn't go to their opening party! You know, enrolling them in your beauty college was the best thing I ever did for them," the twins' mother continued. She further said, "I tried to think of something that would help them sustain themselves after I was gone. They always stayed to themselves so much growing up save a couple of neighbor girls that came over to play once in a while. They never were very good at anything outside of the domestic duties that I taught them while they were growing up. When I taught them to set and style my hair and do that for each other, it seemed like a natural thing to enroll them at your beauty college. You made them feel so welcome when they started their classes. I will always be grateful." "I had heard that Percy was in transition," Madge asked as her mother thought 'trans what'? "Yes, that's true. We are going through the paperwork to legally change her name to Priscilla. You probably wouldn't recognize her if you saw her. She's had some surgery done on her facial features along with electrolysis. Her lips are quite full from collagen injections, as are her breasts. She fills out a 'C' cup bra quite nicely. That girl can really turn heads walking down the street in a tight skirt," she said proudly. "And Devin?" Madge asked. "He's fine. He thought that Priscilla might need some extra quiet while she is going through her change so he moved in with his boyfriend. Those two drive me to distraction! Devin's boyfriend, Blair, what a hunk he is, is a hairdresser too and I finally had to warn them to be sure and call me if any major hair style changes had taken place since I last saw them. When Devin walked in with that disgusting color ... well ... I told you what happened. Those two can't seem to resist trying every new hair color that comes on the market." Janine and Wendy returned with their carefully chosen stuffed animals. Wendy had chosen a soft pink kitten that was a little bigger than life size and Janine chose a pale violet bunny rabbit with floppy ears. Each of the stuffed animals had a black ribbon around the neck embroidered with the name of the store, "Elegant Furniture Creations'. "Those are just fine, girls. That kitten will look cute on your new bed," Mrs. Montrose said to Wendy. Addressing Janine she asked, "And, you, my pretty little one, do you need any bedroom furniture." "No Ma'am, I'm going to use my sister's furniture. She doesn't like it any more," Janine answered. "We had better be leaving but I'd like to call you in the next day or so, I have some questions regarding Priscilla's procedures. You see, ... " Madge said looking down at Wendy from behind him not wanting to give her interest in the subject away. "That's amazing. I never would have guessed ... " Mrs. Montrose said continuing to speak her mind without using too many words. "Please call me anytime," she offered. On the way home they passed a large fabric store and Wilma reminded Madge of her need to visit one. So, rather than wait for the following day, Madge turned the car around to make that their next stop. Entering the store, Wilma instinctively sought out the long tables where the pattern books were kept. "Let's see, I think this Butterick book will have the patterns we need," Wilma said. After flipping back to the index, she found the page she was looking for. "Here they are Wendy. Do these look familiar to you?" she asked. "Look, Grammy isn't that the first apron you made for me! And, that's the second one right there, isn't it?" Wendy said pointing to another style apron on the page. While Wendy was initially focused on the aprons, it didn't escape him that the first ruffled bib apron was displayed as being worn by a young woman wearing a classic black dress with contrasting white collar and cuffed sleeves. She had a lace adornment across the top front of her hair and had a feather duster in her hand. "Grammy, isn't that a maid wearing my apron?" he asked. "Yes, Wendy, I believe it is. She looks like she is ready to clean house, doesn't she?" Wilma asked. "I want to wear a maid's dress when I do housework. Please, Grammy, could you make me a dress like that?" he asked hopefully as Janine stood looking on. "I'm sure I could, child, but I'm not sure your mother would like you running around wearing a maid's outfit," Wilma asked. Before another word could be said, Wendy was off to find Madge who was looking at drapery material on the other side of the store. Momentarily, Wendy showed up at the pattern book table with his mother. "See, Mommie, that's the dress I want to wear with my apron. It's perfect! See that lady, she's a maid and she's doing housework too!" Wendy excitedly said. "Wendy, I don't think ... " Madge started to say. Wilma offered, "Maybe in another color, Madge. What if I made it in a pastel shade?" "But with the head piece it looks so ... I don't know ... like a maid. I'm not sure I want Wendy to dress up like a maid," she further explained. Doing the thing that children always try before defeat, Wendy decided to negotiate. "Mother, please, please say it's all right. I won't wear the hair thing because I want to do my housework with my hair up in rollers wearing a pretty scarf like you told me I should!" Madge couldn't find any more reason to argue. She had already told Wendy that he would wear an apron when he did her hair. She also told him of the benefits of wearing a scarf the old fashioned way over your rollers when you do housework. "What do you think, Mom?" Madge asked her mother. "If he's determined to do the housework, then he should be properly attired for it. There is no sense in wearing nice clothes to work in. If you think about it, Wendy has so little in the way of clothing anyway. Making a few of these simple dresses along with a few more aprons would be practical, as well as inexpensive. I don't see the harm," Wilma responded. "Well, all right. Let's see what they have available in some fabric," Madge said. "Did you hear, Janine? Grammy is going to make me a maid's dress to wear for doing housework. Isn't that simply the best!" Wendy cheered. Janine was so jealous of Wendy at that minute he was about ready to burst. It was his dream that he and Wendy wear identical dresses while doing housework but he was afraid to ask. Wilma picked the two correct size patterns out of the drawer then studied them. "Let me find a piece of paper so I can do a little arithmetic," she said. About three minutes later, "I think I have it," showing Madge the piece of paper in her hand. "Mom, you are the master of sewing here but this seems like a lot of material to me. How many dresses were you planning to make?" Madge asked. "Wendy and Janine can't wear the same thing day after day," Wilma said never liking to be questioned. "Janine, Mom?" Madge asked as Janine stood almost holding his breath. "Of course, Janine. I wouldn't leave him out of this fun. Once he sees Wendy doing your housework in a nice dress and apron, he's going to want to do the same thing for his mother, I'm sure. So, I think two dresses in four different fabrics will be enough for them to start. Besides, I 'm not doing all of that sewing by myself. Those two boys are old enough to start learning to sew. Especially Wendy because he's thirteen. He learned a couple of basic things when he stayed with me but he's never run a sewing machine as far as I know," Wilma said. She then added, "I know children. What one wants the other is going to want. I watched these two l