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His Mother's Hair, Part II F By Melissa Anne Curling As he started to come out of a deep sleep, Wendy's first awareness in the morning darkness of his room was of the pressure he was feeling inside the panty of his baby doll nightie set. This made him emotionally uncomfortable because he wasn't used to this occurrence, but even more so because he knew it would never happen to a 'real' girl his age. He tried to chase his little erection away by looking forward to the same thing he was dreaming of the night before when he went to sleep. But the vision of him doing housework in his new 'maid style' dress and apron with his set hair prettily wrapped in a flower print scarf only made the situation worse. He then thought about how he had relieved himself with the worn slip his mother had given him and that thought made his little problem strain even more. Frustrated, he quietly got up, put his slippers on and headed to his bathroom. He sat down as was now his custom then reached down to point his tiny member in the proper direction. Because of its stiffness, he was unable to achieve the proper angle for relief so leaned uncomfortably all of the way forward trying to accomplish that. He tried to 'go' in hope that would take care of his aching member. But his little manhood wouldn't cooperate. "What ever am I going to do?" the frustrated boy thought. He had been taught the solution but couldn't think of what to use to accomplish that end. "If I only had Mommie's slip! That would do it!" he thought. He also thought that his own nylon panties might work but they were all in the dirty clothes basket in his mother's closet. There were the new ones purchased on Saturday at the mall but he didn't even know where those were. Sitting on the closed lid of the commode, he said softly but out loud, "This is not my fault!" being angry waking up having to face such an annoying 'boy' problem. Wendy decided that the only solution was to go to his mother for help. Her bedroom door was closed but thankfully not all of the way so he was able to enter without knocking. As Wendy approached his mother's bedside, he listened to her methodical slumber for a few seconds loving the sound of her sleeping. For the moment, he had the feeling that he was guarding her, thus somehow taking care of her and he liked that. Madge's deep sleep was finished a couple of hours ago and she woke up sensing Wendy's presence. "Oh, Wendy, you startled me. What's the matter, Honey?" she asked. "Mommie, it's happening again. My thingie is standing up and it won't go down. It's uncomfortable and I don't know what to do," he whined whispering to her. Not yet fully awake she said rolling over away from him, "Just go into my closet and get the slip you used the other day out of the laundry. It should be close to the top." Not wanting to wake his mother further, he walked into her large closet finding the clothes hamper right inside the door without turning the light on. Lifting the lid, the smells emanating were not the most pleasant but he persevered reaching in to find the silky garment that would take care of his problem. Returning to her bedroom, he could hear that his mother had luckily fallen back to sleep. He ever so slowly made his way to the door closing it behind him to the same position in which he had found it. As he walked down the hall with the source of his relief clenched tightly in his hand he wondered whether he should go into the bathroom or his bedroom. Knowing that his grandmother could be up at any time, he opted for the privacy of his bedroom. Entering his sanctum, Wendy was completely at a loss trying to figure out exactly what to do next. He always had a feeling of security in his own bed so he decided that was where he knew he wanted to be. He sat on the edge of his bed, removed his slippers, then thought about the wonderful activity he would be experiencing shortly. "I need to get these bottoms off," he thought then stood up to do so. Once snuggled back in bed he laid on his left side, unfolded the soft fabric he had brought from his mother's room, then noticed it was not the familiar slip he was expecting. Panic overtook him as he sat up in bed turning his light on to examine the garment. To his utter disappointment, he was holding in his hands a pair of his mother's full cut lace trimmed beige panties. "Oh, no! I can't go back in there! That was embarrassing enough! What am I going to do? I can't relieve myself with my Mommie's panties!" he thought in despair. But his need was great to the point of being overpowering. As he turned off the light and lay back down, he thought that he would surely be able to clean them somehow then return them to his mother's hamper before they were ever missed. Reaching down with his right hand wrapped with the soft nylon panty, he started to stoke himself as he had done in his mother's bathroom with her slip. He much preferred the feel of the previous garment but he had to admit that his mom's panties also felt good on his little member. The thought of his mother wearing those panties the prior day only added to his excitement during this private moment. As the intensity in his penis started to build, Wendy wanted to recreate the scenario in his mother's bathroom that led to his first orgasm so he again raised his left hand up to his right nipple and started to manipulate it. This sent a shiver through his body that automatically brought his hand from his breast to the rollers in his hair. Again he thought about being over his mother's knee holding his rollers in his hands. Once again, this combination of thought and sensation brought him to completion. Wendy laid still for the longest time reveling in the experience he had just had. For the most part he had ignored his undersized member all of his life. He never seemed to have the natural affinity for it that virtually all little boys do. Yet now, basking in his new found femininity, it had become a center of extreme physical and emotional discomfort and then incredible pleasure. At least at this moment, he thought the 'pain versus pleasure' trade off of the entire circumstance was acceptable. After wiping himself with his mother's panty then hiding it in his closet, Wendy went to his bathroom to quickly shower. His thoughts raced ahead to putting on his new dress and apron then getting downstairs to start making breakfast for his mother. It was then that he realized that there were more dilemmas to deal with. The first obstacle was that his hair was set and surrounded by a pretty scarf. He knew his bathroom well enough to know that he didn't have a shower cap available there. Then, he went through the thought process of dressing himself and this brought up the realization that he didn't have any panties available. After much thought, he opted to use a washcloth to wash himself in those critical places then dress in his robe and slippers out of necessity. As he made his way downstairs, Wendy realized how dependent he was for everything pertaining to his femininity. Wendy went to the pantry to find his apron then quickly went to work preparing breakfast for his mother and grandmother. By the time Wilma entered the kitchen a short time later, the coffee was made, the table was set, and Wendy was starting to take food out of the refrigerator. "Good morning, Grammy. How did you sleep?" he asked going to her to give her a hug. "Pretty well considering it has been ages since I've slept with my hair in rollers. I've gotten used to going to The Beauty Box and having my hair done there. How did you sleep, Princess?" "I slept all right," he said not wanting to share the morning's difficulties. "I thought you would all be dressed in your new maid's dress by now." "I wanted to but I couldn't. I wanted to take a shower but I didn't have a shower cap and I don't know where my new underwear is. The three pairs that Auntie Arlene bought are dirty. So, I used a washcloth to freshen up. Grammy, I'm just not having a very good morning! When Mommie gets up I'll ask her for some help." "I was thinking earlier that you may want to start serving your mother breakfast in bed occasionally. What do you think?" "Grammy, that would be very nice. I think that she would like that." "Her door is open a little. She should be getting up soon so I'll go up and see what we can find to get you dressed. Just wait here and I'll be right back," Wilma offered. Returning shortly, she had Wendy's dress, slip, shoes, white stockings, a pair of panties and a scarf. "Here, Missy, let's get you dressed. Your mom is awake and in a little bit of a hurry because she has to go to work today but she is going to wait for us. Let's get you properly dressed for serving breakfast. When we are at the mall today, please remind me that we need to get you some white work shoes to go with your maid's dresses." Wendy undressed in the kitchen right down to his baby doll nightie bottoms. They too were quickly off and replaced by one of the panties purchased at The Limited, Too! With his grandma helping him it didn't take long for him to be dressed for serving his mother's breakfast and the housework he would do later on in the morning. "I think this scarf will go better with your dress than the one you are wearing. Let's make a trade," Wilma said taking off the hot pink scarf that matched his baby dolls and replacing it with one that was a floral print. "See, Wendy, the green in this scarf matches your dress. It's important when choosing your clothing for the day that everything goes together. It shows that you have fashion sense and care about your appearance," Wilma said pulling the floral scarf around the back of his set and tying it off above his forehead. "Now, let's look at you. I think that this is fine that you want to play at being your mother's maid, at least for now. If you are going to really try and fill that roll, you should always check your appearance before you see her in the morning. You look fine but I think some lipstick would be nice. My purse is in the dining room, I'll get it." "Here, Honey, here's my compact and my lipstick. I want you to put it on yourself. This pink shade will look nice with the colors in your scarf. Don't worry if it's not right. We can always start over and fix it . . . this is one of those girl things that should be second nature to you . . . that's a very good girl, Wendy. You did that just right the first time. We'll get you a compact and a lipstick to keep in the pockets of your apron. Then you can check yourself during the day and freshen up your lipstick when necessary." Wendy peeled an orange and made some toast while Wilma prepared a cup of coffee for Madge and another for herself. A tray was found in the pantry that Wendy set with a place mat, napkin, silverware and a bud vase with a yellow rose. Wilma took care of finishing the food preparation that would complete the tray. "This isn't much breakfast but your mom said she wanted to eat light. She's told me that she is going to have a busy day. Let me carry the tray upstairs for you. Then you can bring it in and present it to your mother. This is very nice of you, Wendy, to want to take care of your mother this way." "Grammy, I love my Mommie so much! Doing things for her is fun!" They approached Madge's bedroom door, and Wendy pushed it gently open trying to not reveal himself. He took the tray from his grandma and walked slowly into his mother's bedroom. "Isn't this a nice surprise!" Madge said to her effeminate son. "Breakfast in bed! I can count on one hand how often this has happened in my life! Thank you, Wendy, thank you so much! It's not my birthday, is it?" "No, Mommie, I just love you and want to take care of you," Wendy said placing the tray over his mother's lap. "I could get used to this kind of treatment. Wendy, you look just darling in your maid's dress. And your lipstick! You look so grown up. That is such a pretty scarf around your rollers. It has always been one of my favorites," Madge said taking her first sip of coffee. "What are you two going to do today?" she asked as she started to enjoy her breakfast. "We have lots of housework to do. The downstairs needs to be vacuumed and everything needs to be dusted. There is also a lot of laundry to do. We have a full morning and I'm going to help and supervise Wendy, of course. I know Wendy is anxious to get started. We should be finished by eleven o'clock and then we are going to go shopping. Wendy needs so many things." Then Wilma added, "I was thinking, Madge. I need to go home and check on the house. Wendy and I could leave on Saturday morning, make sure everything is being watered and such, then we'll drive back on Sunday. If you two will have me and everything is in shape at home, I could stay through the end of next week." "Mother, I would like nothing more. Unlike many daughters, having you here is a privilege and not a nuisance. Wendy, what do you think?" "Really Grammy! I love it when you are here. I wish you could live with us always," he confirmed. "Wendy, let's take your mother's rose and put it on her night stand. Leave her coffee then take the tray downstairs. I'll be down in a minute and we'll eat a little ourselves then start our housekeeping." After Wendy had left with his mother's tray, Wilma said, "I have an idea. Two actually. I was thinking that Wendy should have a 'coming out' party. It is usually done at sixteen but he has missed so much. We can make it a formal or semi-formal affair. We can get a caterer and we can invite our new friends like Megan and Reverend Howell and her husband. Then there is Nancy and her children, and even some of the neighbors. We can put together a wonderful party for our new girl. It would be a kind of 'Meet my new daughter party?' What do you think?" "Mom, I think that is a great idea. I wouldn't want people to feel obligated to bring gifts but that would be nice. He does need so much. I'll bet Mrs. Montrose from the furniture store and Priscilla and Devin would like to come. I'd love to meet Devin's boyfriend, he's supposed to be 'movie star' gorgeous. We will have to get the invitations out right away to give everyone time on such short notice. What's the second thing on your mind?" "Madge, this is difficult for me to say. I'm not getting any younger and my house is starting to be a burden for me. I've been thinking of selling it but I'm not exactly ready a retirement home." "Are you asking if you can move in with us?" "In a word, yes. But I don't want to become a burden." "A burden? Don't be silly. Mother, the answer is yes, yes, and yes. Wendy and I would love to have you live here with us. Listen, I need I need to get to work. Let's talk more about all of this tonight." Downstairs Wendy was making breakfast for himself and his grandma. He adored how domestic he felt in his new dress and apron. The fact that his hair was set and decorated with such a pretty scarf made it all so much better. Then every once in a while, he would rub his lips together enjoying the feel his lipstick. "This is the way my life is supposed to be!" he thought. While they were eating breakfast, Madge came down to say goodbye before going to work. After breakfast he worked with his grandma to clean the kitchen counters and put the food away. He insisted on sweeping the floor and asked Wilma if he could mop it clean. "That would be nice, Dear. But let's get some laundry going first. Then you can mop the floor while the washer is running. I'll go upstairs to help you gather all of the laundry. Your mother told me that she wants you to wash her sheets so we'll need to strip her bed. Then you get anything you need washed from your room and I'll take care of getting my things. Your mother also said that there was a laundry basket in her closet." Wendy was thankful for the opportunity to take care of the mess he had made that morning in his mother's panties so he quickly went ahead of his grandma up the stairs and grabbed his mother's laundry basket then headed for his room. After getting together a few things including his mother's panty hidden in his closet, Wendy helped Wilma strip Madge's bed then gathered the towels from the bathroom. With armloads of dirty laundry, they went to the laundry room. "We have four loads here, Wendy. This is something that you will learn with a little bit of experience. We need to sort the whites from the colored clothes. The lingerie should be washed separately. Since I'm sure that you want to learn how to do this correctly, they really should be done by hand. Let's see if your mother has some lingerie wash up here," Wilma said looking in the cabinet above the washer. "This Est?e Lauder wash is very good. It's a shame that they don't make it any more. Fill the sink with warm water and we'll get the lingerie soaking. We'll do your mother's sheets in the first load. Then we can be drying them while the rest of the wash is going. I at least want to get her bed made before we leave." Wendy filled the large basin in the laundry room as instructed and his grandma added two capfuls of Madge's special lingerie wash. "Go ahead, Wendy. Put all of those things into the sink. Take them one at a time, shake them a little so they are loose . . . that's right, now push them down into the water and swish them around a little." Wendy picked the many items up one by one. They included his panties, his mothers, and a few that he thought must belong to his grandma. There were also several bras; his training bra and that favorite old slip that he used a couple of days ago. "Where were you when I needed you this morning?" he said to it. There were two laundry piles left on the counter as the wash was sorted into three piles but Madge's sheets went right into the washing machine. Wilma helped Wendy get the mop and bucket then instructed him on the fine points of moping and rinsing a kitchen floor. Wendy happily took over as his grandma marveled at the sight of her grandson doing the housework. "Wendy, we'll save the mop and bucket for the floor in the downstairs powder room," Wilma instructed. When that job was finished, he got the vacuum out of the closet then guided it into the living room. "To do a proper job, Wendy, the thing we need to do before we vacuum is dust. Then, when we vacuum, any loose dust that ends up on the floor will be picked up. Here is a dust cloth for you and I have one. Your mother told me that she likes this furniture polish with the lemon oil in it. I use this same thing at home and it's very effective. It also makes everything smell so nice and fresh." After the living room was dusted to perfection, Wilma showed her willing student how to vacuum the perimeter of the room with the hose and correct attachments then do the remainder of the room with the upright vacuum. She taught Wendy how to vacuum the room in one direction and then a second time going across the first pattern to be sure that all the dirt was out of the carpet. After the living room was complete, Wendy and Wilma similarly dusted and vacuumed the dining room. "That's another job done. Now we'll put your mother's sheets into the dryer and get another load going. We will do the upstairs tomorrow and there are two bathrooms up there to clean so you can learn to that part of your job later. I'll do the powder room and I want you to hand wash the lingerie. Come, Missy, I'll show you," Wilma said. Wilma followed Miss Wendy into the laundry. "Just get your hands into that water, now ... swish each piece around in the water enough to be sure it's nice and clean. That's very good ... wring out the soapy water then pile up the lingerie there by the side of the sink. When you are all finished, you can let the wash water out and we'll re-soak everything in plain warm water to get rid of all the rest of the soap." His grandma had left to do the powder room so Wendy was now alone with his hands in the family lingerie. He thought back to how much he loved shampooing his mother's hair and how this job was slightly similar. "This is going to be my favorite job!" he thought. As he had finished all of the panties and his favorite slip, he started to wash one of his mother's bras. "Grammy! Grammy!" he yelled. Wilma came as quickly as she could in fear that he had hurt himself. "What's wrong child? Are you all right?" "Grammy, I'm worried. Will I get to have boobies like you and Mommie?" Wendy asked holding up one of Madge's bras by the straps. Wilma had no idea what to say. She knew nothing of such things although she had basic knowledge that there were people that had undergone sex changes. "Wendy ... I ... your mom ... I'm sorry, I just don't know," she said feeling like she was failing the child most dear to her. "Don't you worry. We'll talk to your mom about that. If there is a way, then we will figure it out. Do you want to have breasts, Wendy?" she asked feeling a little sick to her stomach. "Yes, Grammy, I need breasts so my clothes will look right," he answered. Once the hand washing was finished, Wendy filled the wash basin once more so that everything could soak. Wilma got the sheets and pillow cases from the dryer and transferred the load in the washer. "Wendy, we need to set up the ironing board. The sheets are still warm. If we put them on the bed right away, they will be fine. Your mom told me to put these back on but if she had wanted another set of sheets, we would have to touch these up with an iron, fold them, and put them away. We do need to iron the pillow cases and the pillow shams. That way they will look nice," Wilma explained. Wilma again showed Wendy how to do some simple ironing. She showed him how to do the first pillow case and he did the other three pieces humming as he went along. Madge's bed needed to be made so the two domestics went up to the master bedroom to take care of that. Wilma showed Wendy how to fit the bottom sheet correctly and put the pillows back in their cases. He was trying to put one of the shams on the large decorative pillows when it slipped out of his hand. Bending down to pick it up, he noticed a colorful ball of clothing under the edge of the bed. "Look, Grammy, we forgot some of Mommie's undies," he said showing the panty to his grandma. "Those are a little small to belong to your mom and I know they aren't yours." "Maybe they belong to Miss Nancy. I think she slept with Mommie the night of the slumber party," Wendy innocently said. This revelation gave Wilma cause to have thoughts that she had rather not have. Returning to the downstairs, the last of the laundry was put into the dryer, the ironing board was put away, and all that was left was to hang the lingerie on the line in the back yard. As the cool of the morning went away, Wendy and Wilma were both perspiring, or 'misting' as Wilma would say, while they hung the lingerie in the back yard. "Grammy, we'll have to shower before we go shopping," Wendy suggested. "We certainly will, child. There, finally we are finished with today's housework. When we get home later today we'll bring in these things. Tomorrow, besides the upstairs cleaning, you will need to iron all of your mom's lingerie before you put it away." "I want to iron it all, Grammy. I want to be your maid too!" he said. "Well, we'll see about that. I just want you to be my sweet Wendy." After they took their showers and dressed, he and his grandma agreed to meet in the dining room so they could do each other's hair. Wendy decided to wear one of the cotton shorts and top sets he had picked out on Saturday. Wilma sat down first at Wendy's insistence. He chatted merrily as he took off her sleep cap and hair net then proceeded to unwind the rollers from her hair. "Do you think you will want to be a hairdresser like your mother, Wendy?" "I think so Grammy. I want to grow up and be just like my Mommie! And I am most happy when I am setting or styling someone's hair. But the very bestest thing is when I'm having my own hair done!" he childishly said. "Having your hair done is a treat. The women of today are getting more and more masculine every day. You used to go out to shop on Saturday and half of the women had their hair rollers hidden by a colorful scarf. Nowadays, it's a ponytail and a baseball cap. I have always been proud of my femininity and at least one of my daughters is too! And, I think I have a granddaughter that is following in our footsteps." "Grammy, I love being a girlie girl!" "I know you do, Honey. I am glad you love it so much." After he had the rollers removed from Wilma's hair Wendy said, "Grammy, I'm going to 'break' your set with my fingers, and lightly brush it for you. You will probably want to finish making your hair pretty yourself. I'm not very good at styling yet." "You need to learn, Miss Wendy. Just give it a try and let's see what you can do." Wendy brushed through his grandma's set, teased a little at the crown, smoothed it out a little, brushed through to the ends using his wrists to create a passable flip, then said, "Grammy, that's the best I can do. Here, look." "Wendy, I don't need to change a thing. You have a gift young lady. Give your Grammy a quick spray and I'll fix your hair for you." Wendy traded places with Wilma to enjoy the same pampering he had given his grandma. Wilma apologetically said, "I won't be able to do as good a job as your mom. But I'll try my best." Wendy sat while his grandma removed his rollers looking forward to another shopping expedition. He felt secure, feminine, pampered, and loving every second of his new life. "Grammy, I'm the luckiest girl in the world!" he exclaimed. "Wendy, I'm glad you are so happy. I was worried about you when you came for your visit. I do want to talk to you about something. We are all starting to think of you as a young girl. I think we should start referring to you as a 'her' and not a 'him' and a 'girl' instead of a 'boy' some of the time. What do you think, Honey?" "I'm a little confused by all of that, Grammy. I just want to be me!" he said girlishly. "All right, Honey, we can have this talk another time." Wendy was pleased with his grandma's attention and concern over his general well being. She soon had his hair unrolled and was trying her best to comb and brush it into the same style he wore on Saturday. "Miss Wendy, that's the best I can do for you," Wilma said imitating her grandson and handing him the mirror. "Grammy, you have a gift!" he said handing her the hair spray. Janine and his mother arrived at the agreed time of 11:30. Janine's outfit was similar to Wendy's but they were hand-me-downs from his older sister so they were not as 'pretty' as Janine would have liked. But he was so excited by the thoughts of having his ears pierced that morning his clothes were not an issue. Walking into the mall, Nancy said, "Wilma, if you don't mind, I have one anxious little boy here that has been bugging me almost non-stop ever since I told him he could get his ears pierced today. I told him that we would have it done as soon as we got here. Do you mind?" Nancy said. "There's a directory. I don't know this mall as well as Madge does. Let's see where Megan's accessory store is," Wilma said. Entering the store they were greeted by Megan's familiar face. "What a nice surprise! Here's my new friend Wendy and you brought your grandmother! How are you today Mrs. Parsons?" "Please, I'd like you to call me 'Wilma'," she answered. "But to answer your question, I'm quite fine. This is Madge's next door neighbor, Nancy Trubody, and her daughter, Janine. We are here to get Janine's ears pierced." "We can certainly take care of that. You are the ones that were coming over the evening I had dinner with you," Megan said. "Wendy, I have something to show you," she said turning around to point out to Wendy her blue elastic covered hair band. Being as pleased as he could be to have been in the least way connected to her hair, Wendy gave her a somewhat boyish 'thumbs up' sign. A young lady approached and Megan said, "Oh good, Annette, these are some friends I would like you to meet. Sweet Miss Wendy here just had her ears pierced on Saturday and little Janine is going to have hers pierced today. Isn't that exciting?" All eyes were on the strikingly pretty Annette. She was perhaps overly dressed for someone working at an accessory store as her attire was really more suited to a cocktail party. She was wearing black tailored slacks and practical black patent leather flats with a gold decorative buckle. The focal point of her outfit was an elegant cream colored crepe blouse with a very full ruffle running from the open neck all the way down the front. Her jewelry was understated as she only had a single small diamond stud in each ear. Her hair, worn with bangs and hanging straight down barely touching her shoulders was almost a snowy white. Her make up was impeccably done and that adding to her aura as it accentuated her glowing complexion. "Annette just started working here this morning," Megan said. "I'm very pleased to meet you ... again," Annette said after all of the proper introductions were made. "I don't remember you," Wendy said looking up at the beautiful young lady. "I keep having this feeling lately that when I meet people I think that I've met them before. I can't place where we may have met," Wilma said continuing to look intently at the very pretty Annette over the next several moments. "Let me see if Wendy can figure it out," Annette said. After having said that, Annette took two steps back and motioned with her finger as if beckoning Wendy to come with her. In a split second, Wendy was half hiding behind his grandma and said, "Grammy! It's her! It's Miss Mega ... what do you call it from the Claire store!" he screeched. "Miss Megadeath, Wendy. That was the name everyone called me when I worked at Claire's on the other side of the mall," Annette replied. "I have to tell you, and especially you, Mrs. Parsons, that I believe that you saved my life on Saturday," Annette furthered with her eyes starting to mist up. "That's sounds pretty dramatic. How could we have possibly done that, dear?" Wilma asked. "When you came into the store on Saturday and scolded me for my appearance, I got so angry I went into the store room in the back and started screaming. I was so mad that I didn't care who heard what and I was yelling so many profanities that I was fired from my job." "Well, I'm sorry but ... " Wilma started to say. "Please let me finish. I went home and gathered every drug I had stashed in my apartment then called some of my friends wanting to get high. As usual, I wanted to escape from my problems instead of facing them. Just before leaving I had to go to the bathroom and when I washed my hands I took a long look at myself in the mirror. I saw this scary person looking back at me and thought about what you had said. I saw my blood shot eyes, pale skin, dark lipstick, blue hair, and the metal in my face. I did look "scary", and, it's true, I couldn't go through a metal detector without setting it off. I realized what a mess I had turned myself into. I thought about my childhood, my mother dying when I was little, and all of the horrid things that happened after that. I was so upset that I fell to the floor and sat in the corner by the tub crying for hours. In a couple of words, Mrs. Parsons, I had what I think is called a 'melt down'," Annette went on bringing tears to everyone that was listening to her story. "It was a real awakening for me. After I flushed the drugs down the toilet, I cleaned my face of all of the morbid make up, put on some old clothes from the back of my closet that I hadn't worn in years, and went to the piercing parlor where I had been a very good customer. I had all of the metal I had foolishly had put in my head and the rest of my body removed. Sadly, it will take years for the holes to disappear," Annette said pointing to an indentation in her lip, "but, at least they will be a constant reminder of how far my destructive behavior had taken me. When I left the piercing shop, I felt free somehow. I used my cell phone to call my 'friends' and told them I wouldn't be seeing them anymore. They begged me to come to their 'party' that night but I finally told them, 'Listen you losers, hear me loud and clear, this is Dark Star, over and out!' " "Dark Star?" Wendy asked. "That was my name in that group. Here at the mall I was Miss Megadeath and with them I was 'Dark Star'. How is that for something to be proud of? When I was crying on the floor of my bathroom, I decided I wanted to be 'Annette' again. I once hated that name," she said with a smile. "Yes, it's a very pretty name. I'm glad I was the catalyst for you coming to your senses, but you would have come to that realization sooner or later, don't you think?" Wilma asked. By now Janine was getting impatient so his mother got him situated in the piercing chair and went to the back of the store with Megan to take care of the necessary paperwork for having his ears pierced. "Mrs. Parsons, I had no friends outside of Claire's and the losers that I did drugs with. That night at my ex-friends' house, a guy showed up with some new stuff that everyone tried. Three of the people that tried it had severe hallucinations and went to the hospital. A friend of mine, a girl named Jasmine, died from taking those drugs. The police are involved and several people have been arrested. You may have seen that the story was on the local news this morning. Mrs. Parsons, Jasmine and I did everything together, believe me, you saved my life." "I like you much better this way, Miss Annette!" Wendy said. "But your hair was blue! Are you wearing one of those things on your head?" Wendy asked not being familiar with the word 'wig'. "I like myself better this way too, Wendy. As for my hair, that blue mess you saw was my real hair and so is this. It was difficult but I found a salon that was open yesterday and they were able to bleach all of the blue out but couldn't put any color back in because my hair is so badly damaged from the weekly color changes I put it through. I'm just going to have to let my healthy hair grow out so it can look normal again." "You should go see my mom. She knows everything about hair!" Wendy recommended. "My daughter owns a beauty college. She is an expert when it comes to all aspects of hair," Wilma explained smiling at Wendy's pride. "Forgive me, but I'm curious. How did you come to get a job here?" Wilma asked. "I needed a job so I came in this morning to apply, or I should say re- apply since they wouldn't hire the former Miss Megadeath. Lucky for me, one of the employees quit about a week ago so they needed to hire someone. Megan was kind enough to re-introduce me to the store manager for an interview. It was the same lady that wouldn't hire me before because of my appearance. I was honest and told her all about what happened at Claire's. She said that she could see that I had made some dramatic changes regarding my appearance so they decided to hire me for a probationary period of one month. After that, if everything works out, then I will go to full time regular status. They are even going to give me a nice raise so I'll be making more than I was at Claire's. I am so lucky in so many ways although it's going to be a little rough for a while," Annette said. "How so?" Wilma asked. "All of my clothes are black, black and more black. I have plenty of clothes for countless Halloween parties but not for respectable work. It took all of the money I had but I was lucky to find this outfit at the 'Second Hand Rose' clothing store. It's going to take a while to build a normal wardrobe again," she explained. "And, of course, I have to find some new friends." Nancy and Megan had returned to the anxious Janine. He was being shown the tray of starter studs for him to choose from and told what was going to happen. Wendy could over hear the same explanation that he had been given regarding the length of time the studs would have to stay in, the rotation of them, and so on. Wendy left the conversation between Annette and his grandma to go to the side of the elevated chair where Janine was sitting. Holding his hand he said, "Don't worry, it will be over before you know it, Janine. You try to be a brave girl and think about all of the neat earrings that you will be able to wear! When I had my ears pierced on Saturday, I didn't even cry!" Wendy said patting Janine's hand gently. "Regarding your hair, this is my daughter's business card. I'll even write her home number on the back. Give her a call this evening and ask her about your hair. I'm sure she will have some suggestions for you. I'll let her know that you are going to call," Wilma offered. "Thank you, Mrs. Parsons. I will do that. Please excuse me, I'm working in the back room today and I have boxes of new items to unpack. Before I go, Mrs. Parsons, I don't have a mother or a grandmother, may I please give you a hug?" Annette asked. After a warm embrace between the two, Annette complimented, "By the way you ladies all have such pretty hair. Especially you, Mrs. Parsons, your style reminds me of ... " "Now, now, child. I know this style is a little out of date but I just can't part with it. As for how nice it looks, Wendy set my hair for me last night then styled it for me this morning. Isn't she a treasure!" Wilma said. "That's wonderful. Maybe when my hair is back in shape she can do my hair for me?" Annette said again excusing herself. "There! Now you look even prettier!" Megan said handing the hand mirror to the glowing Janine. "I'm a real girl now!" Janine cheered to the questioning look of Megan. Leaving the store and heading toward The Limited, Too!, Wilma noticed a stationery store called 'Papyrus'. "Would you ladies wait here for me for a moment. I have something I must take care of," Wilma said. Nancy, Janine and Wendy waited patiently on one of the mall benches while Wilma went inside. Wendy took the time to tell Janine about all of the 'cute', 'darling', and 'must have' clothes that they were about to see at Wendy's new favorite store. Shortly, Wilma returned with a single sealed envelope in her hand. She handed the envelope with the name 'Annette' hand written on the front to Wendy saying, "I want you and Janine to take this back to the accessory store and give this to Annette. Miss Nancy and I will wait here. The store is right there so we can watch you every step of the way but you two hold hands, I don't want anyone getting lost," Wilma instructed with a grandmother's concern. They returned a minute later, and now, having taken Wilma and Nancy by the hand headed for more shopping. Just before reaching the entrance to 'The Limited, Too! they turned hearing a voice yelling, "Mrs. Parsons, Mrs. Parsons!" Annette threw her arms around Wilma saying, "This means so much to me! Thank you, thank you so much! I'll pay you back every cent!" the grateful Annette said. "What was in that envelope was not a loan, it's a gift from a friend. You use that money to continue to get yourself squared away. All I ask is that you keep in touch with us so we know how you are doing," Wilma said. "Now you stop fussing and get back to work. Here, give me another hug," Wilma said not wanting any more attention regarding her kindness. Walking away, Annette held the note Wilma had written to her close to her chest. It read: Dearest Annette, We all need a little help from time to time. Please accept this gift from me and use this money to buy some new clothes for work or whatever it is that you need. I have been blessed in many, many ways and now I am blessed with a new friend. You have my daughter's phone number, please keep in touch. I only ask that this be kept between the two of us. Your new friend, Wilma Parsons Annette did stay in close touch with Wilma and her family, as did Megan. But in the distant years to come, that short note would mean much more than the $300 in cash that Wilma had included in the envelope. Through marriage and investments Annette would eventually become a very wealthy woman and contribute millions to charity. She would anonymously found a national charity targeting young girls in trouble called 'Willing Partners Offering Help'. She chose that name carefully because in day to day conversation she had the foresight to know it would be referred to as the 'W-P Foundation'. In her mind alone, that abbreviation would stand for the 'Wilma Parsons Foundation' because every time she would perform a charitable act, Annette would remember her dear friend, Wilma, and how the kindly woman had truly saved her life. As they approached Wendy's favorite store in the mall, he took Janine by the hand to show him the way. This time, there was no hesitation at the entrance of 'The Limited, Too!' as Wilma and Nancy followed behind the animated Wendy giving Janine the 'grand tour'. Quickly, clothes were chosen, different colors were tried and retried. Wendy picked out clothes for Janine, and, in turn, Janine for Wendy. The store manager and her employee, as well as Wilma and Nancy, had fun simply watching Wendy and Janine. "Janine, this would be so cute on you!" Wendy said holding up a dress to his friend. "Do you really think so!" "Oh definitely. This aqua will go great with the color of your eyes. You have to try it on!" "I will, I will! Wendy, let's find something for you!" "Isn't this purse darling? Don't you love the kitty on the side of it?" "It is darling. But I'm kind of a bunny rabbit girl. Look, they have one for me too!" "Look at this top. I have one just like it. See, it says 'Girl Forever'! You need to get one!" New at the experience, Wilma and Nancy were proud of the way they had become instant shoppers matching 'these' shorts with 'this' top. Fortunately, it was Monday morning and the store was not busy so the two excited boys had a wide open selection of not only the clothing and accessories but also the fitting rooms. Because of the 'punishment' that Janine had been subjected to, he already had a dressy wardrobe, especially in undergarments. Nancy also knew he was going to be 'inheriting' some clothing from Shelly although her clothing was not very feminine. While Janine's clothing interests leaned toward 'cute' summer clothes and day to day pretty panties, Wendy's focus today was on skirt and top sets. When he had dressed that morning, he had come to the conclusion that boys could wear shorts but only girls wore skirts so skirts would be his preference. With the shorts and top he wore that day, he was also wearing one of the pair of sandals that were purchased on Saturday morning. He ingeniously talked the store manager into letting him 'borrow' a pair of the other sandals he had at home so he would know exactly how each combination of clothing he was trying on would look with each pair if his new footwear. "Such a good idea!" Nancy complimented. When finished shopping, he had a rose print apron skirt, another in pleated plaid, and yet a third skirt that was plain in design but made from pink denim. At Wilma's urging, he carefully chose four tops to go with them, he knowing exactly which tops went with which skirts- and which sandals, of course! Wilma also picked out two sun dresses that had just gone on display that morning. As the boys shopped and tried on their selections, Wilma spent time glancing through the panties and bras on display but didn't find anything that was to her liking. When the store manager questioned her disappointment, Wilma said, "Don't get me wrong, Amanda, you have very nice things here and I'm pleased with your store and especially with your personal service. But I want to get some, how can I say this, special lingerie for my granddaughter. Forgive me because I'm usually very blunt, but I'm not talking about the kind of fluff they have at Victoria's Secret. I'm looking for a more elegant shop; old fashioned might even be the word. Do you know of one in the area?" Wilma asked. "I'm sorry Ma'am, I don't," the bewildered Amanda answered. An older lady looking through a rack of sun dresses nearby said, "Excuse me but I couldn't help but overhear your question. I would recommend 'Elegant Lingerie'. It's on Grant Street near downtown. A lady named Cerise is the owner and her exclusive business is run out of her home. She is the only one you will deal with and has made a name for herself among the ladies of our generation by providing only the finest lingerie and corsetry." "I am looking for some specialty foundation garments for this young lady. Do you think Cerise would have what I'm looking for in her size?" Wilma asked motioning toward Wendy. "Most assuredly. She does a great deal of business helping mothers dress their children properly. She is also a personal friend, let me give you one of her cards. It is best to call because she isn't always open for business. That reminds me," she said looking at the card, "Her store is in the downstairs of her old Victorian home so don't think you are lost when you find you are in a somewhat residential area. There isn't even a sign to indicate her store name. I can usually park right out front and if you call ahead she or her maid will be watching for you. I'm happy to use my cell to call her for you," she said. "That is very kind," Wilma replied. The two ladies stepped outside of the store so that over the phone introductions could be made. Janine and his mother headed for the sales counter ready to purchase a number of items including panties, several pairs of shorts with matching tops, and two sun dresses that were on sale. The next customers at the register were Wendy and his grandma. Having finished their transaction, the group was now ready to leave the store. "I have only one more stop I want to make. I want to look at dresses for Wendy in the Junior's Department at Macy's. He doesn't have a nice dress other than his party dress and that's a little ... well, you know," Wilma said with Nancy completely understanding that the dress was so juvenile. Arriving on the second floor of Macy's, Wilma instinctively led the group to the junior's section. After flipping through several racks during which she held up many dresses to Wendy's frame for size evaluation and ended up choosing five very different dresses that she wanted Wendy to try on. "Where is the nearest dressing room?" she thought out loud. Seeing the sign she headed in that direction only to find a mirrored structure and model's runway blocking the entrance. Some workmen were setting up folding chairs while others were straightening up left over debris. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, ladies, but we're having our annual fall fashion show this evening. The dressing room is open but limited in space. Let me show you the way," the helpful sales lady said leading Wilma and Wendy through a literal maze of boxes. "You can change in this room, then if you want to show the others how each dress looks, just go up these steps and straight out. You'll be on the runway just like a real model but it will work easier than trying to go back through that mess. I'm happy to help the young lady change if you want to go out and sit with the others," she said addressing Wilma. "Wendy, is that all right with you?" Wilma asked. Getting Wendy's approval, Wilma joined Nancy and Janine. For several anxious moments Wendy was alone as the sales lady retrieved a slip and a pair of medium heels that she thought would fit the pretty young girl in front of her. "These should work well enough to at least check the fit of these dresses," she said. After helping Wendy into the slip and heels, she said, "This is very much what it would be like if you were a real model. There is so little time in between your performances on the runway that there are people back here to help you dress and undress. Before you start modeling the clothing, there would be an area where you would have had your hair and make up done by professional make up artists and hair stylists. After you are dressed in the outfit you are modeling next, you make a quick stop at the bottom of those steps for a very fast last check, and then it's up the stairs you go. Once a fashion show starts, there is so much action back stage that it is furious. A top model will be photographed hundreds of times during that short walk and be scrutinized by the entire fashion world. It takes a special kind of person to do that," she explained helping him into the first of the dresses. "You seem a little unsteady. Have you not worn heels very much, Miss?" she asked. "No Ma'am," Wendy politely answered as his mind was spinning. "Let me help you," she said taking him by the hand. She led him slowly out of the dressing room and to the steps of the runway. "I'm glad this dress isn't any longer," the saleslady said as she worried about Wendy tripping. From Wendy's perspective, he was safe in the privacy of the dressing room, then was being pulled by the hand to the set of temporary stairs, and, then all of the sudden, he was on a stage with a spot light shining in his eyes. Initially, he panicked because the glare of the lights kept him from seeing his grandma, Nancy and Janine sitting in the chairs in the first row at the end of the runway, but he calmed when the sales lady assured him that they were there. "Miss, I'm going to show you how a real model would walk down the runway. They kind of walk with an 'attitude'. Put this hand on your hip, hold your left arm down with your wrist bent like this and your palm down fingers out. As you walk, look to the left, to the right and then straight ahead. Imagine you are performing to the cameras and the audience. Try to swing your hips a little as you go," she said. "Here, let me show you." Leaving Wendy behind, the saleslady thoughtfully walked slowly and without dramatic movement in hopes that Wendy would be able to mimic her. "I'm going to hold your hand and we're going to walk to the end of the runway toward your grandma. Then we are going to stop, you will turn all of the way around, and then we'll go back to the entrance back there where the dressing room is. Are you ready?" This first awkward stroll down the make shift runway in Macy's that day turned out to be life altering steps for Wendy. He found that he loved being on stage in that venue! He loved the thought of trying on outfit after outfit and 'strutting his stuff'! Most of all, he loved the thought that the saleslady had planted in his mind of having several people hovering around him doing his hair and make up. "I'm going to be a model!" he promised himself as he turned around at the end of the runway to the clapping sounds and encouragement his grandma and his neighbors put forth. Those few sounds he heard that day would in the not too distant future become almost deafening and the camera flashes blinding. By the time he walked down the runway a second time, he was feeling as sure of himself in high heels as if he had always worn them. Wendy tried on five dresses in all but it was the third dress that was his favorite. Ivory in color, it had an old fashioned look as it the bodice was tiered in lace and its skirt was very full. Wendy loved its delicate femininity and pictured wearing it with his hair up in a loose bun, his face and neckline trimmed with delicate curls. Most of all, he liked the way the skirt tickled his legs as it swayed when he walked. "Of course, we have to imagine ivory hose and matching shoes rather than black," the saleslady said as the graceful Wendy displayed this dress to the waiting trio. As soon as she saw it on him, and without seeing Wendy model the final two dresses, Wilma knew she was going to try to persuade Wendy to buy this particular dress. When the impromptu 'fashion show' was over, Wendy was left alone to dress himself as the saleslady took all five of the dresses out to the sales area. Wilma was waiting right outside the entrance to the dressing room and Nancy and Janine were nowhere to be found. "If I were you, I would try to persuade your grandson to buy this dress," she said holding up Wilma's favorite of the dresses. Pleased that the saleslady was holding up the ivory lace dress but startled at her comment Wilma asked, "You know?" "I wasn't sure at first but, after all, I did dress him. This was very exciting for him, if you know what I mean," she blushed. "Don't worry. He is not the first teenage boy to try on dresses here. I do have a suggestion for you though." Now at the cash register, she reached into a drawer pulling out a brochure. "This is the best modeling school in the city. Some will only take your money and build false hope. These people do a lengthy interview process and will tell you if they think he has a future in modeling. They don't admit everyone but those who graduate end up having lucrative careers. You may have that," she said handing Wilma the pamphlet. "What do you think, Miss ... ? I'm sorry, I don't know your name," Wilma said. "Greene. Whitney Greene. Please call me Whitney. I think he has a good chance. There is a natural grace about him that is rare in someone that age. And, he sure did love being up there on that runway. If you can make it to the fashion show this evening, two of the models are let's say similar to your grandson. Of the eight models I'll bet you wouldn't be able to point them out." "I'll give this to his mother. Thank you for the advice," Wilma told her taking out her well used credit card. "Wendy, what do you think of the dresses? Is there one you would like to take home today," Wilma asked. "Grammy, I adore this dress!" he said pointing the favorite of Whitney and Wilma. "Then it is unanimous. Please ring that up of for us Whitney," Wilma said After a stop in the shoe department to buy Wendy not too high heels to match his new dress and a pair to wear while doing his housework, the four weary shoppers left the mall. Driving across town toward Madame Cerise's 'Elegant Lingerie', it was approaching two o'clock when Nancy's cell phone rang. "Hello," Nancy answered, then, "I'll be sure to tell her . . . I'm sure that won't be a problem, but I'll ask your mother . . . If you don't hear back right away, we'll be there. Leave a message? Oh, O.K., Sweetie." Wilma took note of the way Nancy ended the call. "Madge wanted me to tell you that your cell phone must be off or your battery is dead." "Damn thing, my cell phone is always off. Madge made me get it." "Her car broke down while she was on her way back to her school after she had lunch and she had to have it towed. She asked if we could pick her up. She suggested we get there by four to avoid traffic," Nancy relayed. "That's not a problem. I imagine we'll be here for an hour so we can certainly be there by four," Wilma confirmed pulling up in front of Madame Cerise's beautiful Victorian house and gardens. The yard surrounding Wilma's home was without equal in her neighborhood but she quickly became jealous of this palatial mansion. As they passed through the wrought iron gate and up the steps to the front door, Wilma guessed it would take several gardeners working full time just to keep the yard's appearance. Wilma rang the doorbell and was hearing a faint series of chimes when the front door opened. "Good day, Ladies. Welcome to Madame's Elegant Lingerie. Madame Cerise is expecting you," the formally dressed maid said as she curtseyed. "Just like in the movies," Janine whispered to Wendy noting the maid's black satin dress and headpiece. All four, but especially Wendy and Janine were in awe as they gazed at the ornate furniture and plush carpet inside Madame Cerise's stately home. They followed the maid down a hallway to a large room toward the rear of the house. "Mrs. Parsons, it's so nice to meet you," the regal lady greeted distracting the newcomers from looking around the room. "Allow me to introduce my granddaughter, Wendy, and our neighbor, Nancy Trubody, and her daughter, Janine." The boys noted the formality of the situation so offered a respectful curtsey when introduced. "Madame Cerise, may I have a private word with you?" Wilma asked. "Of course. Colette, serve the ladies some tea. Bring some of my favorite and ... you know very well what to do," she ordered. "Ladies, feel free to browse." As Wendy and Janine looked wide eyed around the room, Nancy examined closely the room's decor. From the hardwood floor that was mostly covered in an intricate rose patterned plush carpet, to the lace curtains that were matched by the crocheted table coverings, to the hand painted antique lamps, and the original oil paintings of 19th century ladies, every detail screamed 'feminine elegance'. "What's that, Mom?" Janine asked looking at a headless female form that had wrapped around its middle a lace trimmed pink satin band many inches wide. "That's called an under bust corset, girls. It gives a lady shape and good posture while holding in her tummy," Nancy explained using her hands to clarify the 'under bust' term. "Carefully look around at the back. See the laces. It is first held closed with hooks and eyelets, then someone pulls the laces tight tying you into it. "Ohhh," they said in unison. They glanced at each other both hoping they might be lucky enough to try one on. "Miss Nancy?" Wendy said pointing at a form on another table that went only from its toes to the waist. "That's a garter belt. Today, most women wear panty hose. You know, kind of like the tights you both wear with your party dresses. I'm guessing that Madame Cerise doesn't even sell those. A lady's stockings are held up by the garters attached to the belt," she told them pointing out the details as she said the words. "A lady of refinement would wear one of these to hold up her nylons. She might not even own a pair of pantyhose." Outside the room and down the all for privacy, Wilma stated, "Madame Cerise, this is very awkward but I must tell you something about my granddaughter." "You are likely going to tell me that 'she' was not too long ago a 'he'," she said with a slight smile. "Is it that obvious?" "No, no! He is beautiful. Mothers, grandmothers, aunts or stepmothers- they bring their little boys to me for proper undergarments. Sometimes they let me know when they make their appointment, sometimes not. But this is the spot in my house I have been told that same thing many, many times. Tell me, he is just darling. How long has he been under punishment?" "That is not the case at all! Wendy is a very feminine boy that has just begun his journey into femininity. He wants to dress and live as a girl." "I am so happy for him. It's so much easier when they are willing. You can't imagine the screaming I've had to listen to from the ones that try to fight their destiny." "Does that situation happen often?" "Often enough- especially the little juvenile delinquents. The mother or other responsible adult eventually decides enough is enough, and soon, they are here being fitted with panties and being laced into a pretty little corset. I have to admit I do enjoy that part of my work." "Really?" Wilma asked. "Yes, I've always believed the male to be less a person than the female. They act badly because they need guidance, direction. If a woman is not in control of the man, well, just look at the world today." "Interesting you would say that with a wedding band on your finger," Wilma snooped. "I've been married for almost twenty years. My husband is a delightful man in every way," she said lovingly. "But it took time, and training." "Will we get to meet him while we are here?" Wilma asked now very curious. "My husband? You've already met him. Colette will serve us tea very shortly." Madame said with a smile. "Don't worry about a thing, Madame Cerise will take excellent care of your little boy. Shall we join the others?" When they returned to the sun drenched display room, Wendy could barely keep his excitement under control. "Grammy, there are the prettiest things here! Everything is so special! What are you going to buy for yourself?" "We are not here to buy me anything. We are here for you," the boy's grandmother explained. "For me?" he said in total wonderment. "I think it is important that you experience real lingerie. It's much different than just putting on a pair of panties in the morning. Real lingerie is much more than that. Lingerie is an experience! It's a feeling that touches the feminine soul. It goes far beyond simply being clothing." "I've never heard it put so eloquently. Your grandmother is correct, Miss Wendy. Shall we start with some panties for you my dear?" Madame asked going over to a tall chest filled with many narrow drawers. Pulling out one of the drawers she said, "All of my lingerie is hand made on the outskirts of a small town called Pauillac. The town is in the heart of Bordeaux and some of the greatest wines in the world are made there. You will find this lingerie here and in an exclusive shop in the town and nowhere else in the world. The ladies of the grand wine chateaux of Lafite, Mouton, and Latour wear this same finery. Here, these are some of my personal favorites." Wendy badly wanted to touch the fabrics in front of his eyes but felt he should not. "Here, Miss, hold your arm like so," Madame said bending her arm at the elbow and holding it straight out. Following her instruction, she took a panty from the drawer and draped it over Wendy's forearm caressing his arm with it. The silky feel of the cool material made him quiver. "I think the young miss has just experienced her first sensation of fine lingerie," Madame said with joy. "May I suggest these, and these and ... " as Madame Cerise was interrupted by a light knock at the door. "Tea for the ladies, Madame," Colette said entering with a tray. 'She' set the tray down gracefully then served each of them after receiving their tea preferences. Fruit juice was offered to the children. Wilma noted the fine china as she took her cup and saucer from this obviously well trained maid. She also took notice of the perfectly manicured pink fingernails of Madame Cerise's 'husband'. "This cannot possibly be a man!" she thought noticing the slightest hint of dark roots at the hairline of the maid's contrived bleached blonde hairdo. As Colette returned to serve Nancy, Wilma also couldn't help stare at the very natural looking cleavage on this person. She was sure the Madame had made her the target of some sort of hoax. When Nancy took her tea, Madame said, "Colette, show the ladies which are your favorites. In fact, show them which style you are wearing today." Colette followed her orders and pointed to a reddish purple colored panty that was adorned with rows of lace. "The one she pointed to is a padded panty. Turn around, Colette. I want to show the ladies what the unpadded panties look like when they are worn." "Come, come! We are not Super Woman! We have no x-ray vision! Pull up your skirt and petticoat," Madame said clapping her hands twice. The shy Colette did as he was told. "Bend over, Colette, so the ladies can see. Doesn't she have a delightful bottom? This panty comes in many colors both padded and not. The color she has on is called Bordeaux for the wine! Can you believe that the one my little Colette is wearing is not padded? See how well she fills it out!" she said as they gazed at the maid's lace decorated rear and dark gray seamed hosiery held up by a black garter belt. "No man in the world could have a rear like that!" Wilma thought taking in Colette's rounded bottom. "See, this one has a little extra in the seat. Feel here," she said turning away from her husband's upturned bottom and squeezing the rear of the panty in her hand with her fingers. "Miss Wendy, why don't you try on this one?" Madame said handing him