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"I'm sorry, Wendell," the doctor shook her head as she closed the file folder, "I just don't see any reason to continue this course of therapy. I guess we just missed our opportunity by a few years. If you'd been younger, then maybe things would have worked out differently. But as things stand, there is just no point to continuing. There's nothing physically 'wrong' with you, you're just very small. Sometimes we just have to play the hand we're dealt, Wendell, and live the best life that we can." "But doctor-" Wendell did not like this decision. He had really hoped that this would help, but even he knew, deep down, that, after two years, it was probably a lost cause. Some of the people who were younger than him had grown as much as a foot while on this regime, but Wendell hadn't gained so much as an eighth of an inch. "Isn't there anything I can do? This was my last hope." "Listen, Wendell," the doctor spoke sternly, but with some degree of tenderness as well, "being short isn't a disease. It's not even a condition. It's just a fact of life. You're a healthy, nineteen year old man. You've been lucky enough to never have a surgery or even a severe illness." "But I'm a dwarf!" "No, Wendell, you are not. You show no signs of dwarfism." "Well, I'm a midget, then!" "Well, you are unquestionably a little person, but I don't think that the term 'midget' is used much, any more." "It's certainly used a lot around me, doctor!" Wendell was very irritated. "That's not the point, anyway. The point is, I'm a grown man and I'm only forty six inches tall! I can't live this way, Doctor! I just can't!" The doctor sighed and reopened the file folder, flipping through the pages. "Wendell, I am as baffled by your height as you are. According to your records, you had normal growth patterns as a child. Until age six, you were in the eighty-fifth percentile, but then your growth slowed, drastically. Age eight, fortieth percentile. Age ten, bottom ten percentile and you haven't grown at all since. Now, I know that it's a bitter pill to swallow, Wendell, but it's a fact of life." "A fact of MY LIFE you mean!" Wendell was nearly in tears. "Doctor... you have no idea how hard this is. I had to leave school because it wasn't safe for me to walk through the hallways of a high school. Do have any idea how hard it is to get a GED when your parents are dead and your big sisters don't have time to work with you? The only way I got through was to work with my younger sister while she did her homework. Now, I'm at least a year behind her! I've been applying to colleges for months and I can't get in anywhere." He took a breath, shook his head and continued, "I can't find a job, I can't be out on my own after dark, I can't drive - technically, I'm not supposed to ride in a car without a car seat, and my oldest sister always insists that I be in a car seat if I'm in her car. It's degrading." The doctor shook her head and took a pen out of her breast pocket. "I know it's not easy, Wendell. I know. Let me ask you a couple of questions. How tall were your parents?" Wendell calmed himself. Maybe she was trying to help. "My Mom was five foot two and my dad was six foot one." She jotted that down. "And you have three sisters, correct?" He nodded. "How tall are they?" "Sue's the oldest, she's thirty three and she's about five eight or so. Then there's Deb, she's twenty six and she's about the same height. And my younger sister, Amy is eighteen and she's the volleyball player. She's taller. She says she's five ten and a half, but I think she's probably closer to six foot tall." The doctor nodded as she wrote. "Alright, Wendell. Obviously, the protocol we tried doesn't work for you. I will do some research and see what I can find out. Don't give up hope, my friend. If there is anything that can help you to grow, even just a few inches, then I'll find it for you." Wendell nodded and looked around the room. There was nothing left to do. Nothing left to be said. "Ok. Thank you, doctor." He hopped down from the chair and started for the door, but the doctor stopped him. "Wendell? Have you ever considered, maybe, doing something about how you... present yourself?" He stood a little straighter, feeling a bit indignant at the question. "What do you mean?" The doctor realized she'd offended him. "I'm sorry, Wendell, but if you want to be taken seriously, then you should consider how you present yourself. I mean, if you dressed a little more professionally and maybe trimmed that mop of hair on your head, then, maybe, there might just be someone who might consider hiring you for a job that wouldn't require a great deal of... physicality." He nodded. She was right about his hair. He hadn't been to a barber since he'd left school, nine years ago. Deb kept the split ends trimmed for him, but he usually just kept it in a low pony tail. It wasn't greasy or messy, just long. Too long for a boy, really, but he kind of liked it. He liked how it felt when Deb brushed it at night. Sometimes, she'd braid it on hot nights. He really enjoyed that. "I'll think about a hair cut, but where do you suggest that I find 'professional' clothes my size?" She shrugged. "Just a suggestion." "Hi, Debbie!" Sue called from the doorway and she entered the house. Debbie hurried down the stairs, a sponge mop and a bucket in her hands. She and her older sister exchanged kisses on their cheeks, then Debbie looked at the two children who were following Susan into the house. "Hi, guys!" she called as she pulled her nine year old niece and nephew into a hug. "What have you got there?" The twins beamed at their aunt's attention. Each carried a partially filled trash bag, as did Sue. "We've got hand me downs for Wendy," Audrey said with a great deal of pride. "We've outgrown them." Ricky was just as excited. "Mom says that Wendy will never grow taller, so these are good for him to wear." "Well," Deb Put one hand on the shoulder of each twin, "aren't you two just the most generous children I ever met!" That was exactly what the children wanted to hear. "Is Wendell here?" Sue asked. "No," Deb shook her head. "He's at the doctor's office. He should be home soon, though." She directed her attention back to the children. "Why don't you guys go out back and play on the swings while your mommy and I chat?" The twins let out excited squeals as they bustled past the women and headed out the back door. "Come into the living room and sit." Deb smiled as she sidestepped past the trash bags of clothing and guided her older sister in. As they sat on opposite ends of the couch, they chatted about this and that until Deb asked, "Did Wendy hear back from the state university, yet?" "No. Nothing yet. Frankly, I'm scared of any response." Sue nodded. "Listen," she wanted to make a point, but didn't want to offend her sister, "I know that you've had a lot of responsibilities since mom and dad past away, and I want you to know that I'm sorry that I couldn't help out more than I did..." Deb held up her hand to stop the conversation. "Sue, I have no regrets and I'm not at all resentful. I mean, I was just out of college and had a good job, while you were seven months pregnant with twins. You and Garret helped out financially and we all really appreciate it. There's no way that we could have done it without you." "I know Deb, but I still feel like I dumped a lot in your lap. Regardless, though, what are we going to do about Wendy?" "Do?" Deb was confused. "Yeah. Do? Wendy is almost twenty, he barely finished high school with you and Amy homeschooling him. If he ever gets into college it'll be a miracle, and even if he graduates, what then? I mean, he's not a dwarf or anything, he's just so damned small that he looks like a child. And with all that hair...! It's like he's mentally handicapped or something, you know? He's always going to need someone to care for him and he's always going to be dependent on one of us to be, kinda like his mom. What are we going to do?" Deb let out a tired sigh. They'd had this talk before. "We'll do what we always do, Sue. We'll take life as it comes." "Well, I, for one, think we need a plan. We need to get him ready for life. We need to find him a job, no matter how menial. Something to get him out of the house and thinking about being a grownup." Deb snickered at that. "Poor choice of words, Sue. Say 'adult,' Never 'grownup.' He's very sensitive about words like that." "Ok, fine, you're right, but it's time for us to help him become an adult." Sue turned her body to face her sister fully. "And the first thing we need to do is do something about all that hair of his." There it was again! Sue hated that their mother had let Wendell's hair grow long and that Deb had never done anything about it other than trim the split ends, wash it and brush it the same way that she'd always brushed Amy's - one hundred strokes every night, then braid it neatly and another hundred strokes in the morning. Frankly, with Amy away at college, it was very comforting to still have Wendell and these daily rituals. He was nearly as much her child as he was her brother. "Sue, enough. We've been through this a million times. Wendy with short hair is still going to look like child." "Yeah, but at least he'll look like a boy-child instead of a little girl." "Sue, come on..." "No, Deb. He looks like an eight year old girl, for crying out loud." "And with a haircut, he'd still look like an eight year old. I think you're making a mountain out of a mole hill, here." "Well, I don't." There was no changing Sue's mind. "I have a plan to open his eyes, Deb. I'm going to show him how foolish his hair is. There's no reason for a nineteen year old man to have hair that reaches to the small of his back. You watch. I'll have him begging for a haircut by bed time tonight!" The bus ride home was torturous. It was crowded and there was an overly maternal woman on the bus who treated him like he was a child. She made him stand near where she and her granddaughter sat and kept an arm around him the whole time. She was nice enough, but she kept mumbling about how his mother should be reported to the authorities for letting him go on the bus on his own. He wanted to lash out at her for treating him like a child, but the truth was, having her watching out for him on the crowded bus was pretty helpful. To make matters worse, when he got home, he spotted Sue's minivan in the driveway. He loved his sister and he loved his niece and nephew as well, but recently, his sister's nine year old twins had grown taller than him and they found that absolutely fascinating. That was fine, most days, but he was already emotionally exhausted. This would just be a bit more challenging than he could stand, right now. He heard the kids voices in the backyard on the old swing set. Good. He could sneak in. The front door opened quietly and he closed it just the same way. He could hear Sue and Deb in the parlor. He'd need to sneak past the open doorway to get to the stairs. He moved quietly, but his sisters' conversation caught his attention. "I just pray that the doctor will have some good news for him," Deb was saying. "The poor guy. He needs some kind of hope that he'll grow at least a bit. I mean, if he could get even as tall as five feet, I'd feel comfortable about him going to college. Right now, it's just not safe for him to be in that situation." "Listen, Deb," Sue spoke with a pragmatic authority, "I know it's not fair, but Wendy is just going to have to face the fact that he is what he is. You shouldn't be giving him false hope." Deb was defensive. "That's easy for you to say. When you got married and moved out, he was still the same size as his classmates. I've been here taking care of him. I know him. He's smart and funny. He could have a good life if it weren't for this one, huge issue." "Oh, please! He's short. Big deal! Stephen Hawking couldn't move or speak, but he still lived a productive life!" "Yeah, but he was fine when he got his education. Amy and I were able to help him get a GED, but how do we deal with college? We've looked at on-line colleges, but even those require a few campus visits. I can't afford to fly to Arizona and I'd be petrified that he'd get lost while we were there himself. He doesn't look like a young man. If something happened to him, I'd never forgive myself." Wendell's heart sank. Everything looked so hopeless. Even Deb, his biggest cheerleader, was giving up hope of Wendell ever having a happy life. "EXACTLY! That's what I've been saying! He looks like an eight year old girl with all that hair. Why don't you make him cut it?" "Make him...? He's not a child, Sue. He likes it. He has so little. I'm not going to take that away. Besides, I like it, too. I like helping him with it. It's nice to have some quiet, bother-sister time together." Sue scoffed. "More like mother-daughter time, if you ask me." "Oh, knock it off. You have no idea what things are like here. Since Amy went to college... well, things are different. Don't sit in judgement on us! I've broken my butt to keep things normal for Amy and Wendy since mom and dad died. Do you think that this easy for me?" Sue waved off her sister's anger, "Ok. I'm sorry. Upsetting you is exactly what I DIDN'T want to do. I'm just trying to help. That's why I brought the bags of the kids' hand-me-downs over. Most of them have hardly been worn and they should fit Wendy, just fine." Wendell leaned against the wall and sighed. His nine year old nephew's hand-me-downs. They were practically toddlers and he was going to be wearing their old clothes. A new low. "There are jeans and polo shirts in Audrey's bag that will probably fit him, too," Sue continued. Before he could feel any worse, he decided to make a discreet run for the stairs, but as he was just about to move, the front door opened and in walked Audrey and Ricky, his twin niece and nephew. "Hey! Wendy!" Rick said loudly. "Come out and play with us!" "Hi, Wendy!" Audrey said at the same volume and she lunged to him to hug him. "Kids, we're in here!" Sue called out from the living room. "Is Wendell with you?" "Yes!" they yelled back in unison. Suddenly, Deb was in the hall with Wendell and the kids. "Hi kids. Hi, Wendell," she said. "Kids, let's go out to the kitchen. I'll make you some grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup for lunch. How does that sound?" The kids bounced as they voiced their approval. "Wendy," Deb whispered, "Sue brought you some clothes to try on. Try not to get mad, ok? Just go try them on. If there's anything that fits and you don't hate, we'll keep. We'll donate anything that isn't appropriate." Wendell sighed. "Ok." "I'll keep the kids in the kitchen while you try things on." Wendell nodded and proceeded into the living room as Deb took the kids down the hall. Sue was already untying the paper-wrapped wires that held the garbage bags full of clothing closed. When she saw her diminutive brother, she smiled and knelt with her arms held wide. "There's my big boy!" she said in the same sing-song-y voice she used whenever she saw him. "Come give me a hug." "Hi, Sue." He forced a smile as he put his arms around her neck, knowing what was coming next. Sure enough, Sue stood and swung him around, one quick turn. "I brought some really nice clothes, Wendy." She put him down and pulled a children's Cuban-style, summer shirt out of the bag. It was light blue and looked, pretty much, brand new. "Let's start with this. Nice, right?" Wendell took the shirt. It was, actually, quite nice. "It is," he confirmed. He removed his tee shirt and was about to put the blue shirt on, but Sue stopped him. "Why aren't you wearing an under-shirt?" she asked, clearly a bit disgusted. "Oh." He was surprised by the question. "I don't have any." "Oh, Wendy," her tone was dismissive as she dug into the bags, "that's not appropriate! Girls and boys need to have tee shirts, just like adults." "I am an adult, Sue," he reminded him. "See, even more reason to wear undergarments." She rummaged some more, then abruptly pulled something over his head, then grabbed his arms and forced them through the appropriate holes of the undershirt. "There. Much better." Wendell looked at his belly and saw the soft, ribbed material of a typical sleeveless undershirt, but quickly noticed that the trim on the item was comprised of eyelets and there was a small satin bow prominently displayed in the center of his chest. "Hey!" He was indignant. "This is Audrey's!" Sue shook her head. "It's an undershirt, Wendy. What difference does it make. It's fits, right? I'm sure that you can trim off the bow if it bothers you, but I'm not going to soil these clothes while you try them on. That's that. Besides, Audrey's outgrown it. I can't donate undergarments to Goodwill. This way, it won't just end up in the rag- bag." "But Sue..." "PLEASE!" Sue's voice was a parody of frustration. She was an adult trying to bend a child to her will. "JUST COOPERATE WITH ME, WENDY! I have other things to do today. Let's just get this done." She took the blue shirt and tried it on him, again, just thrusting the garment onto his arms as if he was unable to dress himself. Wendell knew that this maternal behavior wasn't meant to offend. It was just Sue's way. Besides, the shirt was very nice and it fit perfectly. "Do you like it?" she asked. "I do. Its very comfortable. Thanks." "You are very welcome. See? I'm just helping. Try this one." It was a very similar shirt, but in a soft yellow. It also fit well. "Excellent." Sue was on a roll, now. Next came a big pile of pullover shirts, polos and tees with slogans on them. They all fit well, but Wendell knew that he'd be dumping most of the slogan shirts. He didn't need to be seen in a tee shirt that said, 'Future Major Leaguer,' or 'Keep Calm, I'm Eight.' He definitely wouldn't be keeping the one that said, 'Never Underestimate The Power Of A Girl!,' but at least that was the last shirt to try on. Next she moved on to pants. "Just keep that shirt on for now." Sue swatted his hands as he moved to remove the bright green shirt with pink writing in a swirling font. He tried on a few pairs of jeans, all of which fit fine, and a nice pair of dress pants. This was all fine. Sue pulled out another pair of jeans and he stepped into them, but when they reached his hips, he realized that they were, in fact, bib overalls. "Oh, I don't wear these..." Wendell began, but, again, Sue scoffed. "They're perfectly good jeans, Wendy. They'll be good for playing in the yard." "How old do you think I am, Sue!?" Wendell was a bit bothered. "I don't PLAY in the yard. I do some gardening, and things like that." "Ok. These would be perfect for gardening." As Sue was reaching around Wendell's back to pull the back back-flap up, she caught her wrist watch on the hair-tie that was keeping Wendell's hair in a low ponytail. "Damnit!" she cursed as she tried to free the band from the cloth-covered elastic band. "Ow!!" She was pulling Wendell's hair and it really hurt! "Oh, for crying out loud." Sue was irritated, both by the situation and Wendell's whining. "Here. I'll just pull it out and untangle it." She pulled the hairband out and took off her watch to work it all out. Wendell reached around to massage the wounded area. "That really hurt." "Oh, stop it." "No, I'm serious, Sue. That hurt and you tangled everything up back there." Sue freed the watchband from the hairband and sighed at her brother's complaining. "Well, if you'd get your hair cut once in a while..." She knew this was a pointless subject to peruse, so she just reached into her pocketbook and pulled out a hairbrush. "Geez, Wendy, your hair is past the middle of your back." She began brushing, but the knots in the back were holding fast. "Put your head down and let me brush it out." Wendell let his head droop forward and Sue started brushing the hair from the underside. "I'm going to separate it and braid it, ok?" she asked. He always enjoyed the feel of having his hair braided, so he agreed heartily. Sue separated his hair and told him to sit on her lap, with a warning to keep his head down. Wendell preferred the way that Deb worked his hair into braids. She was gentler, but he still enjoyed the pull of his hair and, if he was honest, he just enjoyed receiving attention from anyone. Sue took her time. Usually, Deb just made a part, pulled half of his hair to one side and was done in moments. Sue started near the front of his hairline and worked her way back, slowly. It felt nice. "Debbie says that you like having your hair braided. Is that true?" Sue spoke quietly, more maternally, now. "Yes," he whispered, luxuriating in the feeling of fingers in his hair. She smiled as she continued. "You know, your hair is much fuller when you brush it well. If you're going to have it this long, you need to take better care of it." "Ok," he muttered as he felt her begin on the other side. As she wrapped an elastic around the end of the second braid, he heard new voices in the kitchen. "Who's that?" Sue asked. "It sounds like Amy," Wendell listened more closely. "She must have come home for the weekend." "That's nice." Sue put her hands under Wendell's armpits and lifted him up. "Let me hook up the bibs on your trousers and we'll go see." He stood with his back to Sue and she lifted the back flap saying, "Hold up your bib." Sue pulled the straps over his shoulders. These straps didn't have metal ends, just large bottom holes at the end of the rainbow straps. On the bib, there were large red buttons that Sue struggled to get through the holes. "I guess Audrey didn't wear these much." Someone had enter the room, but he couldn't see who. Wendell turned to look over his shoulder to see, but his view was blocked by Sue, "Audrey?" he asked, but he smiled when he heard his very tall, younger sister say, Amy, "Wendy!" with great joy in her voice. Wendell blinked, surprised to see not only his sister, who was wearing short gym trunks and a tank-top and looking every bit as beautiful as an athletic college freshman would look in any movie, but another young woman, equally as tall and fit, but a thousand times more beautiful. Wendell stared at the goddess, gape-mouthed and wide-eyed. "Hi, Amy," Susan said as she stood and attempted to move to her sister to hug her, but Wendell stood in front of her and wasn't moving. Out of maternal habit, she shook her head and picked him up, settling him on her hip. She strode easily across the room and pulled her youngest sister in for a hug. She kissed her cheek and said, "This is unexpected, isn't it?" Wendell just stared at the other young woman. "Yeah," Amy grinned. "There was a water main break on campus, so they asked us to go home if we could. So, I'm here for the weekend." She looked at her brother, dressed more oddly than she'd ever seen. "Hi, Wendy." She kissed his forehead. "I love your French braids." That didn't even register with Wendell, he was so entranced by the vision to his left. "I brought over some of the twins' hand-me-downs for Wendy. I never noticed until this moment how much Wendy and Audrey look alike. It's uncanny, isn't it?" Amy smiled. "You're right." She noticed Wendell's gaze and said, "Oh, I'm sorry. This is Maggie. She's on the volleyball team with me. She's staying the weekend, too." "Oh, how nice," Susan enthused. She extended her hand and shook Maggie's. "Hi, Maggie. I'm Amy's sister, Sue. This is Wendy." When Wendell remained silent, Sue said, "Say 'Hi' to the nice lady, Wendy." Stunned out of his reverie by the sound of his own name, Wendell looked at Susan, then back to Maggie and then he whispered, "Hi." "Hi, Wendy." The goddess smiled and revealed perfect teeth that shone as if they were electric. Her long blonde hair was sun-drenched and so clean and soft that if seemed to float around her perfect, apple shaped face. She poked his nose with her finger as she said his name. "Are you a freshman, too, Maggie?" Susan asked. "No. I'm a junior. I have one more year to go." "How wonderful!" Sue bumped Wendell up further onto her hip. Amy reached down and grabbed two medium sized gym-duffles and interrupted the conversation. "We need to go up and change the sheets in my room and get settled before dinner - Deb's orders. Come on, Maggie. I've got your bag." Wendell turned his head to watch his sister walk towards the stairs. He was surprised to feel a pair of hands slide under his arm pits. He turned back and saw that the hands belonged to the goddess. "Come on, Wendy," she smiled. "I think we need your help." Before he knew it, he was settled onto Maggie's hip and she was moving to the staircase. "I love your unicorn," Maggie said in a silly voice. "My unicorn?" He was confused. "This one." Maggie touched the bib of his coveralls. Wendell looked down and realized for the first time that there was a very elaborately embroidered picture of a unicorn with a rainbow arching above it on the bib. 'What the heck?' he thought. He stared at the childish picture, confused. "My unicorn?" he muttered. As they reached the top of the stairs, Maggie put him down and took his hand. "Can you show me to my room, Wendy?" she asked. Still flummoxed and still smitten, he nodded and led her to the front bedroom where Amy was already pulling the bedclothes off of the beds. As they entered, Wendell caught sight of himself in the full length mirror. His golden hair was braided from the front to the back in perfect, delicate braids that ran down the back of his heads and hung well past his shoulders. The white denim coveralls had the rainbow straps, bright red, over-sized buttons that led to the unicorn- decorated bib. Below the bib was a horizontal rainbow striped 'belt' and the baggie legs were permanently cuffed several inches above his ankles, created culottes which exposed his tiny bare feet. More disconcerting than the very girly coveralls was the shirt that was partially visible under the bib. All that could be seen were the femininely shaped words, 'Never under estimate the power of a' in small script, then, partially exposed above the bib was the much larger script of four letters that obviously composed the word 'Girl.' He froze and looked at his reflection. Suddenly he realized that Maggie was speaking to him. "Wendy? Wendy? Would you like to help us?" Finally conscious of his situation, Wendell turned and ran out of the room, down the hall and slammed his door shut. Maggie giggled and turned to help Amy. "Oh, your little sister is adorable!" she laughed. Amy was involved in the task at hand. "No, Audrey and Ricky are my niece and nephew." Maggie looked back to where the little girl had been standing, then back to Amy. "No, no, I mean Wendy. Audrey and Ricky are cute, too, but I love how shy Wendy is." Amy laughed. "Oh, I'm sorry... Wendy isn't my sister, Wendy's my brother." Maggie shook her head to try to make sense of the. "WENDY is your brother?" "Yeah. Wendell. We just call him Wendy. We always have." "Oh," Maggie said, still confused. "I see. That's very open minded of you and your sisters, I guess, to raise him so... gender neutral." Again Amy laughed, "Maggie, Wendell is a year older than me. He's nineteen. He's just really little. We don't really know why. He just is." Maggie took a minute to process this before she asked, "Then why is he wearing little girl's clothes?" "I guess Sue brought over Audrey's hand-me-downs. When I outgrew clothes that were his size, he wore my hand-me-downs too. My guess is Sue forced him to try them on. She's a little pushy, especially with Wendy. I think that she thinks that he's little on purpose, or something." Maggie sat on the stripped bed. "Nineteen? That little girl is NINETEEN?" Amy nodded. "And, like, is he, um... developed and, you know, functioning?" Amy squinted, confused. "You mean, does his penis work?" She laughed. "If that's what you're asking then, yes, it does. I've walked in on him playing with himself more than once, I guarantee it works and, it's actually pretty good sized when he gets it going. To be honest, I was surprised." "Wow," Maggie shook her head. "I'm really confused right now." Amy sat next to her friend and tapped her thigh comfortingly. "He's a regular guy, Maggie. He's just little. There's no real reason for it. It's just the way he is." "Ok, he's a boy and he's nineteen, but what about the hair?" Amy laughed and shook her head. "He's always had longish hair, but once he started being homeschooled, he kinda just let it all go. Deb and I both took over brushing it and all. Deb taught me how to braid hair on Wendy and eventually I would braid Deb's hair at night, she'd braid Wendy's and he'd braid mine. Honestly, it makes his hair look a lot nicer in the morning, so he likes us doing it for him. Wendy doesn't have a lot of friends, other than us. Well... none, really. So, it was something that made him feel included. Like I said, though, Sue can be a little... aggressive with Wendy. He doesn't usually have his hair braided so femininely." Maggie nodded. "The poor kid. I should apologize." Amy thought for a moment. "Ok, but he may be pretty embarrassed. If he doesn't open his door, don't get pushy, ok?" "That's weird, isn't it? It's like the ending of the book was different." "What do you mean?" Amy didn't understand what her friend was saying. "You know - like Peter Pan and his lost boys. If Wendy had stayed in Neverland, she never would have grownup. And your Wendy..." "...never grew up. I get it, but you may not want to put quite so bluntly when you're talking to Wendy?" "Why?" Maggie asked curiously. "Doesn't she know that she looks so young?" "He," Amy corrected, "and of course he does. We just don't mention it much." "Ha," Maggie shook her head. "That doesn't seem very healthy." "Maybe not, but that's how we've always treated it." "Has he ever had a girlfriend, or dated?" "Wendy!? No! I mean, I love my brother and all, but who would want to go out with a boy like that?" "Who wouldn't?" Maggie smiled. "I mean, a pretty little boy like that? I think he's sexy as hell!" "You're kidding!?" "Not at all!" Amy was surprised to see that Maggie was serious. "You know," Maggie explained, "my father left when I was an infant and my mom is, like, the most powerful woman I know. She runs her own pharmaceutical company and commands the respect of every man and woman who works for her. I've always wanted to be like her and I always thought that I love to have a partner who played more of the woman's role in a relationship. Someone smaller and more feminine than me. Since I'm not a lesbian, I'd kinda lost hope of ever finding someone like that, but... your brother... I'll tell you, Amy, the thought of a guy that small and pretty... it get my blood pumping!" "You're not kidding?" "Not in the least. I'm going to go get to know my future boyfriend better." Maggie giggled and she stood and walked down the hall towards the room she'd seen the little girl run into. "Stupid buttons," Wendell muttered as he tried to force them through the button holes. "Stupid, stupid buttons." There was a quiet knock on his door. "Wendy?" a voice said. The voice was a little hoarse, the kind of voice a teenaged, female athlete always seemed to develop on the field. It had to be Amy. "Come in," he said frustrated. As the door clicked closed again, he turned and said, "Can you help me unbutton these...?" He stopped. It wasn't Amy. It was the Goddess-Maggie. "Sure," she smiled. "I'll help you." She took his hand and led him to the low bed with the white iron ornamental pieces at the head and foot. "No," he said as she started working the buttons for him, "I'll ask Amy for help." "Don't be silly." She was already forcing one button through the rainbow striped strap. "Amy is busy. I can help you. I babysit all the time. I know how to deal with stubborn buttons an zippers on kids' clothing." Wendell felt a rush of confusing emotions - fear of discovery, desire to be with this woman, joy at the close proximity to her, sadness knowing that she would never be his. "I guess I owe you an apology," she was saying as she moved to the other strap-button. "I thought that you were a little girl." "I'm not," he said, disappointed that this was how things had begun for the two of them. "I know," she smiled as she began unbuttoning the three small, bright red buttons on his right hip. "Amy told me. I think you're very cute, anyway." Wendell found that to be an odd remark. "Thank you, I guess." He scowled a little as he tried to work out exactly what she'd meant by that. "I'm not little, you know," he tried to clarify. "Young, you mean," Maggie corrected. "Huh?" "Young. You're not as young as you look, but you are certainly little. Here. Put your hands on my shoulders to steady yourself." He did as he was told, entranced by the beauty of her face, the slope of her breasts and the intoxicating scent of her body. She smelled as beautiful as she looked. "Step out of the pants," Maggie said just as the door swung open and Sue stepped in with two of the trash bags filled with her children's cast off clothing. "Oh," she said surprised, as she saw her younger sister's friend helping her brother step out of the cute little overalls she'd dressed him in earlier. "Am I interrupting something?" Maggie smiled, looking not at all guilty. "No, nothing. I'm just helping Wendy to get changed." Susan smiled at her brother, his tiny, baby blue Y-front briefs peeking out from under the shirt with the girly slogan that she'd pulled over his head just a few minutes earlier. "I see," Susan smirked. "You know, Wendy is perfectly capable of getting changed without your help." "Oh, I know," Maggie smiled, "but these big buttons were giving him some trouble." Susan entered and placed the trash bags next to the bed, beside Maggie's knees. "You may want to put some clothes on, Wendy." Again she smirked. "There's plenty in the bags." Wendell looked down and noticed, for the first time that he was only wearing the 'Never Underestimate The Power Of A Girl,' shirt with the childish briefs. "Oh, geez!" he uttered in a scared voice and he went to cover his groin and make a run for the other side of the bed where he'd have some coverage. But Maggie grabbed his right wrist and held him fast. "No need to be embarrassed, Wendy. I'll help you pick out something to wear." Then she looked at Susan. "I love the way that you braided Wendy's hair. I've never learned how to French braid. Could you teach me?" "Of course," Susan smiled. "I'd be happy to. I'm taking the kids to see a movie in a few minutes. We're bringing Chinese back for supper. I'll show teach you after supper. Ok?" "Great!" Maggie still held Wendell by his wrist. "Wendy," Sue looked at her half-dressed brother, "the kids would like you to come with them. What do you you say?" Before he could answer, Maggie asked, "What movie?" Susan shrugged. "I don't know. It's that new animated one that's gotten all those rave reviews." "Oh, how fun!" Maggie seemed excited. "Would you mind if I tagged along, too?" Then she looked at Wendell. "It'll be like a date for us. My treat!" Wendell was overwhelmed. A date!? With this beautiful woman!? He'd never had a date before. Of course, he'd go on a date with her, but with Susan and the kids? Then again, this may be his only chance to spend time with Maggie. How could he say no? It would be his first date ever and his first date would be with the most beautiful woman he'd ever met. He looked at Susan who was waiting for an answer. "Umm... ok," he said. "Ok." Susan was a little surprised by this turn of events. "We're leaving in fifteen minutes." She turned and headed down the stairs. "I have a nice top and shorts I can wear on our date," Maggie said with enthusiasm. "Let's see what we can find for you." She began digging in the bags and pulled out a couple of pairs of pants. "Here, let's try these." She lowered the pants to the floor and drew them up his legs. When she reached his waist, she buttoned them and pulled up his fly, noticing that he was slightly larger in the crotch than when she had first entered the room. "Oh, those are far too long," she tsk-ed as she undid the waist and zipper and lowered them again. She tried on the second pair and made the same conclusion. "Here," she pulled off his shirt and turned him away from her, "let's try this. Raise your arms." Wendell held his arms high and Maggie drew a royal blue shirt over his head, but when the shirt reached his waist, it kept going to his knees. Maggie adjusted the garment on his shoulders. Expecting her to say that the shirt was also far too long, he was surprised to hear her proclaim, "Oh, that's just perfect!" Confused, he looked down and saw the rich blue garment on his shoulders. He followed the cloth downward and first noticed that the sleeves were extremely short, that there were some white flowers embroidered on his shoulders and that below a high waist, the shirt spread wider and looked correct when it fell to his knees. Horrified, he looked at Maggie, who's head was slightly higher than his, even though she was seated on his low bed. "I can't wear this!" he said in his high little voice. "Why? You look darling!" Maggie replied. "Because it's a dress!" He was shocked at the question. "Yes, it is." Maggie smiled. "A very pretty dress and it fits you just perfectly. See?" She turned him towards the mirror and the reflection showed a very beautiful woman sitting on the bed with a very cute little girl in front of him. The girl was wearing her hair in a French braid and she was dressed in a lovely, royal blue dress and no shoes. She looked to be seven, eight or certainly no more than nine years old. He felt a chill pass through him. He was mesmerized by the image. Maggie looked through the bag for a moment, then stood behind him. Wendell realized that the top of his head barely reached the underside of Maggie's breasts. In the mirror, he looked from her breasts to her face and back again. Without warning, Maggie moved in front of him, put her hands under his arms and lifted him, then settling him, seated, on the bed. "These are cute," she mentioned, casually, as she slid a pair of sparkling, bejeweled flats onto his tiny feet. They glimmered in the different colors of the rhinestones and had a very small bow right at the spot where the center of the foot opening touched the soft skin of the top of his foot. Cute barely began to describe them. "Maggie..." he started, but she held up a finger to her lips to silent him. Then she closed the door, lifted him from the bed. She took his place on the bed and stood him in front of her so they faced each other. "Now, look," she spoke as if she were actually his babysitter, "Amy says that they never mention how small you are or that with those adorable cheeks, that precious nose and that luxuriously long hair, that you are the perfect picture of a little girl. I think that's foolish. Besides," she pulled Wendell close so he was standing between her spread legs, "there are advantages to wearing a dress. Look how easy it is for me to do this." Maggie ran her hand up and down the inside of Wendell's thighs, each time tickling him higher and higher. Wendell gasped as Maggie whispered, "See? That's nice, isn't it?" She spoke as if she was speaking to a child. "Oops," she giggled, "What's this?" She ran a finger softly over his cotton clad penis. "Ohh," she sang, still using a childish tone, "you do get bigger, don't you?" Wendell was in shock. Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined that a woman this beautiful would show any interest in him, let alone that she'd be caressing him through his briefs just a half an hour after meeting him. Hell, no one had touched his penis before except his doctor and his own left hand. This was definitely weird, but it was definitely wonderful, too! Maggie continued her gentle ministrations. "See, isn't this nice? And if you wear this to the movie, I can slip my hand down here and play with you in the dark. Won't that be nice?" Wendell tried to nod, but suddenly, every muscle in his body tightened up and his breath caught in his throat. The world became just Maggie's smile and her touch. Everything was her beauty and her fingers gently tracing his shaft. He felt himself heating up and was focused entirely on the beauty of her face and the feeling of her large fingers on his sex organ. "Well?" Maggie kissed his neck. "What do you say?" Before he could say anything, Wendell felt the explosion burst out him. It was bigger and more overwhelming than anything he'd every experienced before. He felt his knees give out and he felt Maggie hold him to keep him from falling. "I'll take that as a 'yes,'" she giggled. As his senses returned to him, Wendell looked at Maggie and the embarrassment hit him. "I... I... never... I'm sorry!" He didn't know what to say. He'd never, ever come so quickly or so hard. He could feel the mess in his briefs and he could even smell it. "No need to be sorry, Wendy," she giggled, "but we need to clean you up. Wait here." Maggie walked down the hall and looked in on Amy, who had just finished putting fresh sheets on the beds. "Hey, Amy, I'm going to go with your sister and her kids and Wendy to see a movie. Is that cool with you?" "Well, you work fast," Amy laughed. "That's fine with me. Have you already seduced my brother?" Maggie raised her eyebrows in an attitude of mock hurt. "Moi!? You cut me to the quick! We're just going on a chaperoned date. Where's the lav?" "Next door down. I bet Wendy's excited." "Overwrought, I'd say!" Maggie headed to the bathroom, but stopped and smiled. "Wait till you see how I've got him dressed for our date. Hubba-Hubba!" She laughed and disappeared down the hall. Maggie returned to Wendell's room with a round contained in her hand. "I found some baby wipes. That'll clean you up, nicely." She put her hands under his arms and lifted him onto the bed. "Lay back, baby." She smiled and laid him back on the bed and lifted his skirts. When he tried to push it back down and cover himself, she pushed his hands away. "Modesty? Now? Seriously? We don't have time for modesty right now, Wendy. Let me clean you up." She pulled down his damp, soiled briefs and laid them at the foot of the bed. Then took a few wipes from the tall, round container and began wiping his private area clean. The cold wipes made Wendell's penis shrink, despite the arousal he felt and Maggie couldn't help but notice. "My, but you are a little guy, aren't you? More of a grower than a shower, huh?" Wendell was both fascinated and horrified by the situation. He felt smaller than ever and more vulnerable than he could ever have imagined. "I'm... I'm not really that small down there, am I?" "Not when it counts, obviously," she smiled, the young mother changing her helpless child. "Let me grab you some fresh undies." "They're in my top drawer," Wendell offered. "Oh, look," Maggie said, without showing Wendell anything, "there's a brand new bag of undies in this bag." He heard her fumble with and open the bag, then removed a pair and slid them over his feet and part way up his calves. "Lift your fanny for me." He did so and she slid the underwear up to his waist, stopping for a moment to tuck his limp penis down between his legs, then securing it in the gusset of the undergarment. "That should avoid any nasty accidents while we're out." She lifted him to his feet. "Very nice dress, Wendy," Amy said from the door. Wendell looked at his younger sister. He was about to explain, but Maggie spoke instead. "Isn't it? And doesn't she look adorable in it?" "Absolutely." Amy squatted by her brother and adjusted the dress so it was 'just so' then ran her hands along his braids. "I've never seen you Looking so nice, Wendy." She smiled and kissed his head. "Would you mind walking my date downstairs so I can get changed?" Maggie asked. "Of course." Amy smiled and took his little hand in hers. "Come on, Wendy. Wait till everyone sees how pretty you look." They started down the stairs, but about halfway down, Wendell stopped and said, "Wait, wait, Amy! What am I doing? I can't go down there dressed like this! What was I thinking?" Amy took two steps further down and turned around to face him. She was still a few inches taller than him. "You were thinking," she poked his nose as she spoke, "that for the very first time in your life, you might be able to get a date with a beautiful tall woman." "Yeah, but... why does she want me dressed like this?" Amy laughed a little. "Wendy, I know this sounds a little weird, but Maggie is REALLY into feminine authority. You know, having the women wear the pants in a relationship - metaphorically, of course. Ever since I met her, she's always had a thing for polite, small men that did what she told them, she kind of hit the jackpot with you." Wendell looked up the stairs to the door behind which Maggie was dressing. "She wouldn't go with me if I didn't wear this?" "I don't know, Wendy," she spoke with a playfully condescending tone, "but do you really want to risk it? She's very pretty and she's really into you like this." He thought for a few seconds more. "She likes me in the dress, you mean?" "The dress and everything." "Everything?" Amy smiled. "Yeah. Everything." She smiled and then explained it as if she were speaking to a child. "Wendy, you're small. You're adorable. You're wearing your hair in French braids. You're wearing adorable, little jeweled flats and... let me put it this way." She let go of his hand, straightened herself a little and lowered the elastic waist of her shorts just a few inches. "What am I wearing, Wendy?" The gesture revealed the material of a pair of blue, Y-front briefs, almost identical the the ones that he'd worn previously. "Briefs?" he asked. She smiled. "Yes, briefs, Wendy. Boy's briefs." He shrugged. "So. They're cute on you." She smiled at the compliment. "Thanks you, Wendy, that's very sweet, but my point is, I'm wearing boys' briefs while you are wearing panties with pictures of Elsa and Anna on them." "What!?" Wendell's eyes shot wide. He hastily raised the skirt of his dress and looked at the panties beneath. The panties in which he'd allowed himself to be dressed without even questioning Maggie-The- Goddess. Sure enough, he was wearing a pair of powder blue panties that had a white snowflake theme around them with pretty little medallions with the images of the Frozen princesses scattered around them. Not only that, due to Maggie's placement of his sex organ, the front was as flat and smooth as it would have been if his niece had been wearing them. "Shit," he whispered. "No, no, no." Amy took the skirt from his hands and straightened out the dress. "Someone dressed this pretty can't use language like that. Come on. Take a deep breath and let's go see Sue and Deb." They reached the bottom of the steps and headed to the kitchen where Deb was mixing up some brownies for dessert later that evening and Sue was leaning on the counter, checking her watch. Sue spotted him first. "Oh, Wendy," she gushed, "that dress just suits you perfectly! I'm so happy you're willing to wear it!" Deb turned and saw her brother looking so sweet and so feminine. "Wendy?" She stuttered. "You look lovely, honey, but... why the sudden change?" "Maggie dressed him," Amy smiled. "He's cute, though, right?" Deb looked at her sister, then back to Wendell. "Are you ok with this, Wendy?" He shrugged. "Do I look ok, Deb?" "You look adorable, honey." "Then... I guess I'm ok with it. I mean, if Maggie likes it..." "Well," Sue moved towards the door, "if you ask me, he looks better than adorable. He looks right. Maybe for the first time, that little body of yours and that ridiculous long hair all came together to make you look right." She leaned out the door and yelled, "Come on, kids! Time to go!" Maggie came into the kitchen, looking beautiful in dress shorts and a loose, summer blouse, while putting an earring into her right ear. "Ooo," Deb said approvingly, "someone looks amazing." Maggie smiled and said, "Thank you, but I'm not nearly as adorable as my date." "That's for sure," Sue said as the kids plowed into the kitchen. Ricky stopped in his tracks and said, "Wendy? You're a girl?" "I told you she was," Audrey said, sounding vindicated. "Wendy is a little of both, honey," Deb explained. "A little bit a boy and a little bit a girl." "My dress looks really pretty on you, Wendy," his niece said. "Audrey paid you a compliment, Wendy," Amy prodded him. "What do you say?" "Thank you, Audrey," he said very embarrassed. "Yes, Audrey," Maggie took his hand, "and thank you for the lovely clothes you've given Wendy. I know she's very excited to wear them all." She smiled at Wendell. "Are we all set to go?" They walked out to Sue's minivan and Sue pushed the button on her remote to make the side slider open. "Ricky," Sue said as they approached the opening door, "you'll have to sit in the third row and be a big boy and buckle up your seatbelt, ok?" "Ok, mom," the boy hurried ahead to climb into the back. "Audrey," Sue continued to give orders, "Audrey, you sit in the second row behind mommy," "Ok," Audrey ran ahead and climbed in as well. Suddenly, Wendell stopped walking and stared at the minivan in horror. "What's the matter, Wendy?" Maggie asked as she felt her little date pull against her progress. "Sue, please..." he looked at his sister. "Please?" Sue heaved a big sigh. "Wendy, come on, don't give me a hard time about this. You're under forty-nine inches tall and you weigh less than sixty pounds." "I know, I know, but, please!" "Now, just stop!" Sue threw her bag into the front seat and turned to face him, her hands firmly planted on her hips. "If you're coming, you're sitting in a car seat. I am not going to get a ticket because you're being stubborn and I am not going to endanger your life by having you not properly restrained." "Yeah, but Deb lets me just sit in the back..." "I'm not Debbie." "... and neither Audrey or Ricky have to sit in one." "Because they are both forty nine inches tall, Wendell and they both weigh more than sixty pounds. Now, I am done with this conversation! Either get in to the car on your on, or I'll pick you up and strap you in myself." Wendell was white with embarrassment and fear. Maggie realized that all of her encouragement was about to be undone by this confrontation, so she said, "Umm, Sue, why don't you get in the car. Just give me a minute, ok?" Susan gave another frustrated sigh, turned and headed to the driver's side. "Alright." Maggie squatted down, bringing her head to Wendell's level. She smiled sweetly and patted his pretty braids. "Hey, Wendy, don't worry. It's just a car seat. I won't think any less of you because you have to use it." "But..." he wanted so badly to be with this beautiful woman who actually seemed interested in him, for some reason. "... it's so degrading, Maggie. Once I'm strapped in, I can't get out on my own. It's like I'm a prisoner." "I understand, baby, but, Sue is right, it is the law and it is safer for you to be in the seat." Wendell looked from Maggie to the minivan and back again, but he was clearly conflicted. "Come on." Her smile was so damned enticing. "I'll strap you in. It'll be fine. I won't let anyone say anything humiliating. Just let me take care of you, ok?" Wendell took a deep breath and shook as he exhaled. "Ok." Maggie stood and lifted him to her hip. When they reached the minivan, she maneuvered him effortlessly into the seat and reached across him to grab the straps, pressing her breasts into the little man as she did so. The warmth of her firm, but pliable, breasts, the brush of her soft hair and the scent of her subtle perfume was incredible and made all this humiliation worthwhile. Even the click of the straps couldn't upset him with all of this sensual attention from Maggie. Moments later, as Maggie climbed into the passenger's seat, Audrey reached over and took Wendell's hand in hers. "Don't worry, Wendy," her smile was sweet and was meant to offer comfort. "Pretty soon you'll be big enough to ride in a grownup seat." Wendell smiled back at his niece and wished that she was right. Sue started the car and, immediately, an episode of Sponge Bob Squarepants appeared on the monitor mounted in the rear of the head rest directly in front of him. "Mom," Ricky called forward, "we only have two sets of headphones!" Sue looked in the mirror and smiled. "Don't worry, honey. I'll put it through the speakers and just put all the sound back there." From then until they arrived at the movie theater, Wendell heard nothing but sound of the animated TV show and the laughter of his niece and nephew. "I have to say," Sue said with a smirk, "you do work fast." Maggie smiled. "I do. When I see what I want, I go get it." "And... do you want Wendy or are you just playing dress up with him?" "I admit, dressing him up is fun, but you already know that. You braided his hair and had him in those adorable bib overalls." "Touch?," Sue smiled, "but I was really only going to make a point about the way he presented himself with his long hair on that little body. I wasn't planning on feminizing him." "Oh, but I think he's really cute. I always date guys who are smaller than me. I like to control things, you know? Not like a dominatrix or anything, just... like a guy does in a typical relationship. When a guy puts his arm around me, I feel like a subordinate. I don't like that feeling. I'm a strong woman. I'm not subordinate to anyone. But when I put my arm around a little guy... I like that. I don't feel superior, necessarily. I just feel in control. Like I wear the metaphorical pants. You know what I mean?" "I guess," sue liked this girl, "but in this case, there's nothing metaphorical about it. You are wearing the pants and Wendy's wearing the dress. Has that ever happened before?" Maggie glanced back at the cute little man behind her. "Not like this. I have gotten a boy or two into a nightie while we made out, or maybe dressed up for Halloween, but never this much and certainly never this soon." Sue shook her head, almost respectfully. "And you've got to admit," Maggie giggled, "you helped a lot. You just happened to have him dressed in those little bib overalls when I arrived and a bag of your daughter's dresses was dropped right next to me as I was helping to get him dressed." Sue smirked a bit more broadly. "Honestly, though, he's looked like a little girl for a long time. Maybe dressing him this way will make him want to get a hair cut and at least look like a little man." "Oh, God, I hope not! I really like the dresses. He's just adorable that way, I want to see if we can keep him dressed like this. I think it's sexy as hell!" Sue shrugged. "To each her own, I guess!" "According to my Psych professor, my joy of non-conforming sexual roles is a growing sexual mindset. She says that more and more women are becoming the breadwinners and heads of households - in older parlance, wearing the pants. That means that more and more men are becoming the homemakers - the wives. I have no problem with that. In fact, that's the kind of spouse I'm looking for." "A wife?" "Exactly!" Susan's lower lip stuck out as she considered this. "That sounds pretty nice, actually." She glanced back at her very little brother, locked into the car seat, his little blue dress with the flowers embroidered on his shoulders and his hair in pretty little braids. Housewife might just be a job he could handle. "I hate to break this to you, dear," Sue chuckled, "but Wendy is absolutely useless around the house. Our mom coddled him - only boy, you know - and Amy and Deb take care of his every need. He lives like a little prince." "He's young, still," Maggie shrugged. "I can teach him. If he's he good student, I can teach him to be the perfect wife and I'll treat him like my little princess." Sue pulled into the parking lot of the cinemas, pulled into a space and shut down the car, pushing the auto-open button for the sliding door next to Wendell. Then turned and said, "Audrey, help Wendy out of the car seat, please." "Ok, mom," the child bubbled, delighted to be able to help someone less 'grownup' than she was. "I'll get you out in a jiffy," she smiled as she went to work, disconnecting the straps that imprisoned her diminutive little uncle in the infantile device. Audrey deftly released the restraints as Maggie watched from the open sliding door, a pleasant grin playing on her lips. When his arms were clear of the straps, Maggie reached in and helped her little date to the ground, then took his hand and waited until Sue had Audrey and Rick ready to go. "All set?" Sue asked. Everyone acknowledged that they were, and then Sue said, "Audrey, take Wendy's hand, too." So, they headed into the theater, Maggie on the far left, holding Wendell's hand, who was holding Audrey's, who was holding Sue's who was holding Ricky's. When they entered the lobby, Sue stepped up to the counter. "One adult, two children," she said to the girl on the other side. As she was paying, Wendell looked at Maggie with panic on his face. "Maggie," he said in a quiet, but emphatic voice. "What, honey?" she asked in a saccharine voice. "I didn't bring my wallet." She gave him a condescending smile and tapped his head. "Of course not, honey. Where would you carry a wallet? I didn't give you a purse, did I? Besides, you're my date and little girls don't carry wallets, so this is my treat." Wendell was about to contest this remark, but Maggie stepped forward, still holding his hand, and said, "Two, please. One adult and one child." At the concession stand, Maggie purchased a small popcorn and an iced tea for herself, and a child's popcorn/drink combo for Wendell. She carried the food and drinks into the theater with instructions to Wendell to keep up and not get lost. As they walked down the hall to the theater, Wendell was looking at the posters for upcoming films. There were a few action films and a super hero sequel coming that he was interested in seeing. He was noting the release dates when Audrey handed him something, saying, ?Here. Carry this, Wendy.? He took whatever the square piece of molded plastic was without question and followed them all into the theater. The film didn?t start for another twenty minutes, but there were already a lot of people in the theater. Sue entered the aisle first, placing Ricky on her left and Audrey on her right, taking time to arrange their snacks and seats correctly. Maggie did the same, but when she took the square piece of molded plastic from Wendell?s hands hand placed it in the seat, he realized that it was a booster seat and for the first time since the staircase, he balked at the way Maggie was treating him. ?I?m not sitting in that!? he said, stepping backwards and causing himself to almost take a tumble down the steep stairs. Maggie reached to grab his arm to keep him from falling, but she missed. Wendell was caught by a young, teenaged girl, who was climbing the stairs with a small child, about Wendell?s height. ?Oh, be careful, there!? the girl said. She was roughly fifteen or sixteen, very pretty, with strawberry blonde hair and freckles. ?You could get hurt.? Wendell steadied himself and nodded. The girl, eager to be helpful said, ?What?s the matter? You don?t want to use your booster seat?? Wendell shook his head. He?d spent most of his life trying to avoid being mistaken for a child. It was a frequent and demeaning experience every time. Using a booster seat was bad enough, but having a teenager speak down to him... well, that was much worse. ?You know,? the girl smiled first at Wendell, then at Maggie, but the smile at Maggie was more conspiratorial and when she returned her gaze to Wendell, it was condescending, ?my little sister,? she indicated the girl she was with, ?used to feel the same way. Didn?t you, Caroline?? The little girl smiled and nodded. ?But what happened when you didn?t use one?? the older girl asked. ?A big grownup sat in front of me and I couldn?t see the screen,? her sister offered. ?That?s right, so maybe you should listen to your sister and sit in the booster. What do you say?? Wendell looked from the helpful, condescending face of the teenager to the smiling face of Maggie and, after a huff, finally said, ?Oh, Alright. Fine.? Maggie smiled as she lifted him up into the plastic seat. ?I like your dress,? the teenager said as she stood taller and took her little sister?s hand. ?It?s a very pretty color on you.? ?It was mine,? Audrey said, from two seats over. ?I gave it to Wendy this morning.? The teenager laughed. ?Well, then you have very good taste.? Audrey loved that reply. Finally situated in the seat, with the small cardboard tray of a very small portion of popcorn and soda placed on his lap, Maggie took her seat between Audrey and Wendell and the pretty teenager petted his head from the aisle. ?All set?? she asked. Feeling very put upon, Wendell looked up sheepishly and nodded. ?Yes.? ?Thank the young lady, Wendy,? Maggie insisted. ?Without her, we?d be on the way to emergency room right now.? ?Thank you,? Wendell said without making eye contact. ?No problem,? the teenager said, then she kissed Wendell on the top of his head, surprising him. ?Enjoy the movie.? Wendell nibbled his popcorn until the lights went down, and just as they did, a family sat in the row right in front of them. The father, a man who was well over six feet tall and rather heavy, sat in the seat right in front of Wendell. Had he not been sitting in the booster seat, his view of the screen would most certainly have been obstructed. ?See?? Maggie leaned over and whispered into his ear. ?Maggie knows best.? She smiled at him and squeezed his soft, exposed thigh. The previews played and the movie started. A silly, brightly colored, animated feature that was designed to mesmerize children with the color and movement while making parents chuckle occasionally with slightly off colored jokes that went over the children?s heads. As Wendell sat in the darkness and watched, actually enjoying the show, he felt the light, cool touch of Maggie?s right hand on his left thigh. At first, it just sat there and, frankly, that would have been plenty to satisfy Wendell, but soon, the hand was playing with the smooth skin on the inside of his thighs and wandering up to the top of his leg where his panties held his tool tightly between his legs. The first time she grazed his shaft, he was startled and he jumped in his booster seat. He looked at the goddess next to him, who smiled back at him. ?Relax,? she whispered. ?It?s a long movie. Let me have some fun.? Eventually, Maggie?s hand stayed high on his thigh and her little finger caressed his penis through the soft material of the Anna and Elsa panties. He could feel the blood rushing to his manhood and his face, but his penis was safely tucked away so that it wouldn?t be visible to anyone else and his face was shrouded in darkness. No one could see. On the screen, a fox and a bear were discussing the finer points of getting a hold of human food, while in his seat Wendell was spreading his legs as far apart as he felt that he could without attracting any attention and Maggie was tickling him ? honestly, she was tickling his privates! He couldn?t believe it! It was so exciting and so frightening all at once! What if they got caught!? Not just that she was masturbating him in public, but beyond that, the appearance that she was manually exciting what appeared to be a little girl with a fully developed, not exactly huge, but proportionately correct, male sex organ! She kept him on the edge, though. She never let him relieve himself. She?d just get him so hard that he couldn?t think straight, then she?d play with his soft thighs and let him relax, but then she?d be back at him again; fondling, tickling, caressing, stroking him back to excitement. When finally the film ended and the lights came up, Wendell was exhausted from Maggie?s playfulness. They gathered their rubbish and dropped it into the bins on the way out and once in the hallway, Wendell joined Audrey and Ricky to put their booster seats neatly back into the pile. ?Let?s all use the restroom before we go home,? Sue announced in the lobby. Sue preceded Maggie. With both children in hand, she stepped right into the ladies? room without a thought. Maggie followed, despite Wendell?s reluctance. ?Wendy. We all need to use the lavatory before we leave,? she said maternally. ?Come on now. There?s nothing to be afraid of in there. Let?s go.? They entered with Wendell?s eyes focused on the floor. He followed Maggie into a stall, larger than the stalls in the men?s room, while not as big as those designed for wheelchairs. ?Pull down your panties so you can use the potty,? she instructed. He did as she instructed and she had him hold the skirts of his dress up while she helped him onto the toilet. ?Go ahead, Wendy. Go potty.? Maggie smiled down at him, knowing she was making him uncomfortable. Wendell sat there, his hand between his legs, his skirts covering as much as possible, looking up at the beautiful face above him and feeling a sense of helplessness, a sense of defeat and a overwhelming desire to please this woman. The only person who?d ever shown and interest in him in a sexual way. Was she sincere? Was she setting him up for something awful? He just didn?t know. All he did know was that he wanted to keep her attention directed at him for as long as possible. He took a deep breath and relaxed his abdominal muscles, letting the waste water escape. Maggie heard the sound of water hitting the porcelain and she nodded her approval as she took a few squares of toilet paper from the roll on the side of the stall. When Wendell was done, she helped him stand, then reached under his dress to tap the end of his penis dry before pulling his panties up for him, then making sure that everything was just-so before opening the stall door and leading him to the sink to help him wash up. Then it was back in the minivan, strapped back into the car seat and, with just a brief stop at Yang?s Happy Kitchen, they were back home. Audrey once again undid his restraints and helped him out of the car seat so he could take Maggie?s hand and be escorted back into the house. ?Everyone to the kitchen table!? Debbie called as everyone entered the house. ?Dinner is served! Come on, Amy!? She called this last order up the stairs. When they were all seated and the first helping of food had been distributed, Deb asked, ?So, how was the movie?? ?It was great!? Ricky began. ?There was this bear and he was trying to be like the humans and he could talk and everything... ?Yeah,? Audrey took over, ?and there was this girl who was helping him and she got him pants and a heavy coat and a hat and he looked like a human and the people in the town, they were all fooled and they let him eat in the restaurant and...? ?Wow!? Amy feigned enthusiasm for the children?s stories. ?That sounds awesome!? ?It was,? Audrey enthused, ?wasn?t it, Wendy?? ?What?? Until this moment, Wendell?s focus had been on Maggie. She smiled at him and he blushed at getting caught staring. ?The movie... it was awesome, right?? ?Oh, yeah, the movie... awesome.? ?Oh, never mind Wendy,? Sue teased. ?I?m afraid that little Wendy was watching a whole different show, weren?t you, sweetheart?? Wendell looked around, confused. ?What do you mean? I saw the movie.? ?Of course you did.? Sue shook her head. ?You saw bits and pieces between long stares at Maggie.? She turned to Debbie and Amy and continued, ?I think that Wendy is a bit obsessed with your friend, Amy. Every time I glanced over at them, Wendy was just gazing at her. It was very cute, but it was probably uncomfortable for Maggie.? Now she directed her attention to Maggie. ?I?m sorry if it made you uncomfortable, dear. I?m afraid that you?re the first woman to ever show Wendy any attention and, well, I guess it was more than he could handle.? Wendell looked at Maggie in horror. How could she say something like that!? He lowered his eyes and turned beet red as he played with his rice. ?Uncomfortable?? Maggie laughed. ?Are you serious? I?m flattered. To think that such an adorable creature as Wendy could find me attractive! Oh, it makes my heart flutter!? She said these things with great theatricality making the others smile, but Wendell was uncertain as to how to react. Deb felt bad that Sue had put their little brother on the spot this way and she intended to change the subject, when suddenly something dawned on her. ?Oh, Wendy! I nearly forgot! You got a letter from the state university today!? She reached to the counter and grabbed an envelope. ?Here, honey.? The return address indicated that the letter was from The Office of Admissions. Wendell took a deep breath before opening it. This was the fifth time he?d applied to State and Deb had made it clear that this would probably be the last time. Each application cost over a hundred dollars in application fees and, since the money was coming from Deb?s household account, she needed to draw a line on this kind of spending at some point and if there was no chance that they?d accept him, then applying any more would just be throwing good money after bad. Wendell looked at the envelope, his hands shaking. This was it. One last chance. What if he didn?t get in? Everything was over, then. ?Want me to open it for you, Wendy?? Amy asked. He heaved a big breath and nodded. ?Yes, please.? Amy scooted her chair closer to his and put her arms around him, manipulating the paper in front of him. She slipped her fingernail under the closing flap and ripped the edge, sliding the letter within out and she unfolded it. ?Congratulations,? she read. ?You have been accepted into the Early Childhood Education program...? She finished the whole letter, then threw her arms around her older brother, shrieking, ?Wendy! You did it! Congratulations!? As soon as Amy released him, Maggie embraced him as well. ?That?s awesome, Wendy! We?ll be living on the same campus! I?ll see you everyday!? As relieved and excited as Wendell had been by the news of his acceptance Into the program, the idea of seeing Maggie everyday was really exciting! He wanted to hug her back. To jump up and down and scream about this change in his stars, but, instead, he just smiled a huge smile and said, ?Thanks.? Debbie and Susan exchanged a knowing look. Before Susan could say anything, though, Deb leaned over and whispered, ?Let him have an hour of happiness, right now. We?ll talk to him later.? Susan nodded. Wendell breathed a sigh of relief. There it was, right there on that piece of paper ? a chance. Maybe, just maybe, someday he might be might be able to be something other than a freakish, little burden. Then, maybe, someone like Maggie, maybe even Maggie herself, might see him as someone she could love and not just pity. When dinner was done, Amy and Debbie began clearing the table, while Susan sent the twins into the rec-room to watch TV while she prepared to teach Maggie to weave both French and Dutch braids, using Wendell as a model. ?The trick is,? Sue spoke as she used a comb to separate a section of Wendell?s hair from the rest, ?is to start with thin strands. Take your time and keep adding thin strands as you go. If you start with too thick of a braid, it just won?t work for you.? ?Ok,? Maggie moved to the other side of the chair that Wendell was using and began work on the other side. ?Like this?? ?You?ve got it!? Sue smiled. Wendell sat quietly, enjoying the feel of his hair being woven. They braided, brushed out and braided again, several times as Susan showed Maggie the secrets of each style. Wendell just savored the feelings. Meanwhile, the conversation kept coming back to Wendell?s acceptance letter to the state university. Sue and Deb were very concerned that he?d be unable to survive in the unsupervised environment of a huge university and they discussed this problem at length, never once asking Wendell his opinion. Amy was willing to help, but she did have a very busy schedule and couldn?t babysit him every minute of the day. ?Babysit.? He hated that word. As eight o?clock rolled around, Audrey jogged back into the kitchen. ?Wow! Your hair looks really pretty, Wendy!? She smiled at her uncle. ?Thank you, Audrey,? he smiled. By this point, his hair was elaborately braided in a French braid style and, adding that to the tiny, blue dress he was wearing, helped present him as a precious little girl. ?Audrey, could you do me a big favor?? Maggie asked. ?Sure!? The child was thrilled to be involved in anything grownup. ?Well, it?s getting late and Wendy needs to get changed into a nice nightie.? Wendell?s ears pricked up at this. ?I just wear boxers and a tee shirt to bed,? he tried to explain. Maggie shook her head and rolled her eyes in Audrey?s direction. The message to the child was clear ? ?Can you believe that!? Obviously, Wendy needs our help.? ?Anyway, Audrey, would you like to help me and Wendy out?? Maggie smiled at the little girl who grew a huge smile immediately. ?Sure!? ?Great! Would you run upstairs and find a pretty nightie for Wendy to wear to bed? Look through the bags that you brought over and find the prettiest nightie you gave him.? She nodded and ran out the door to the hallway, but seconds later, her head popped back into the kitchen, ?Should I pull out PJs or a night gown?? All the women giggled at that. ?Whichever you think would look prettiest on Wendy,? Maggie laughed. As Audrey ran up the stairs, the three sisters looked at their brother, a bit shocked that he wasn?t putting up any fight about this situation. Maggie smiled at each of them, then invited a very confused Wendell to join her for a quick walk around the yard. They exited the house and Maggie guided him to the swing set. She sat in the center of the three swings and invited Wendell to join her, indicating that he should take the seat to her right. They both sat silently from the suspended seats for a few moments, until Maggie said, ?Wendy, I hope you don?t mind me dressing you up this way.? Wendell shrugged. ?I don?t really get it, but if you like it, I guess it?s ok.? ?Well, I think you look adorable,? she teased. Wendell snickered. ?Adorable. Great.? ?Oh, come on, Wendy. What?s wrong with looking adorable?? ?Nothing, I guess. It?s just... well, I?ve kind of been avoiding seeing the twins since Christmas because they were pretty much the same height as me then. When you?re as little as me, you never forget how small you are, but when your nine year old niece and nephew grow taller than you, it?s kind of a harsh reminder that you?re the size of an eight year old.? Maggie nodded, acknowledging his point. ?Well, I think you?re just perfect just like you are.? Wendell shrugged and blushed a bit. ?Thanks.? Maggie smiled. ?I?d like to make you an offer, Wendy.? Wendell?s curiosity was immediately piqued. ?Ok. What?s that?? ?Well, next fall, I am going to be an RA for my dorm.? ?What?s an RA?? ?A Resident Assistant. I?ll kinda be in charge of the dorm. Like a house mother, in a way.? ?Oh, Cool,? Wendell didn?t quite see where she was headed. ?I think so. Anyway, I?ll have a big room and I have the option of having a room to myself or having a room mate.? ?Uh huh,? Wendell was still not catching her drift. ?So, what I was thinking was, since your sisters are all very concerned about your well being if they let you go to State, how would you like it if I suggested to them that you could room with me and I could watch out for you? Would that be ok?? Wendell turned and looked at the goddess beside him. Was she really this gift from heaven!? ?That would be... AMAZING!!? he shouted. ?Maggie! Thank you! Thank you, so much!? ?Ok, ok,? she smiled, ?calm down. I still have to talk to your sisters about this, ok?? ?Oh, yeah, ok, but... well... they can?t say no, now!? ?Alright, Alright.? Maggie smiled as Wendell threw his thin arms around her neck and thanked her over and over and over again. ?Why don?t you run upstairs and change into the night clothes that Audrey picked out for you. I?ll talk to your sisters and I?ll be up in a few minutes.? ?Oh, ok!? Wendell let go of Maggie and he ran towards the house, but he stopped part way and ran back to Maggie for one more hug and a kiss on her cheek. ?Thank you, Maggie! Thank you, so much!? ?You?re welcome, Wendy. Now, off you go.? She watched him jog away this time, his little legs extending from out of the cute dress he still wore. When Wendell entered his room, Audrey was just returning a lot of clothing to the trash bag from whence it had come. ?Hi, Wendy!? She was very excited to be so helpful. ?I picked out my prettiest nightie for you!? Wendell looked at his bed where Audrey had placed a nightgown. To describe it a feminine would be a vast understatement. It was a pale lavender garment with a lace, rounded neckline, huge, puffy short sleeves and a ruffled hemline with lace that matched the neckline. It was very large, made to look blousy and oversized. In short, it was sugar and spice and everything nice. ?Take off your dress and I?ll help you put it on,? Audrey said with innocent helpfulness. ?Umm.? This seemed like a bad idea to Wendell and it also would have given Audrey a still greater sense of maturity than her uncle. Both issues seemed weird to Wendell. ?I need to use the bathroom...? Wendell began, but Audrey interrupted. ?The potty, you mean.? ?Ok, the potty,? Wendell conceded, ?so I?ll get changed in there.? He grabbed the nightgown and hustled down the hall. Seriously? A nightgown? This was all just so silly, but who cared!? Maggie was downstairs negotiating his liberation, right now! If all went well, next fall he?d be living with Maggie. Who knows? Maybe they?d even date! This might all work out great! If Maggie liked him in a nightgown, then he?d wear a nightgown for Maggie! He disrobed and took care of his needs before sliding the oversized nightdress over his head. It hung from his shoulders, but was so blousy that it didn?t even touch his body below his armpits. Even the large, puffy, short sleeves hardly touched his arms. It was pastel and soft and as little girlish as little girlish could be. Oh, so what! He opened the door to the lavatory and hustled back down the hallway, to his room, but he stopped when he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the full length mirror at the end of the hall. The reflection was not his. The child in the reflection was a sweet little girl in an old fashioned, flouncy nightgown and Dutch braids, much more feminine than the usual braid that Deb gave him. This child was, as Maggie had said, adorable ? no doubt about it. She also looked as if she could be Audrey?s nearly identical little sister. It was a lot to take in. ?Are you all set up there?? Maggie called up the stairs. ?I?m coming up! I hope that you?re ready for bed!? Wendell jumped at the sound of her voice and he rushed into his room. ?Oh, you look so cute!? Audrey bounced and clapped her hands at her choice of nightgown. ?Oh, Wendy, I?m so glad you?re a girl, now! I?ll give so many pretty dresses! You?re going to love them!? She hugged him with all of her might. Not knowing what else to say or do and certainly not wanting to upset his niece, Wendell hugged her back and said, ?Thank you!? ?Oh, how sweet,? came Maggie?s voice from the door, causing Wendell to pull free of his niece?s embrace. Maggie took in the vision of the little man with the elaborate braids and the cute, old fashioned, little girl?s nightie. ?Audrey,? she smiled at the child, ?you out did yourself. This nightie is just precious! Wendy, you look so sweet and feminine. I just love it!? She hugged Audrey and whispered, ?I?m going to need your help, you know. Wendy is going to need a lot of help to become the best little girl he can be. Can you help me with that?? ?Of course!? She was bubbling with excitement. ?I was just telling Wendy that I?d bring over all my old dresses! They?re all pretty and Wendy will look so beautiful in them, too!? Maggie kissed her cheek. ?Thank you, Audrey. Now, why don?t you run downstairs. I need to talk to Wendy for a few minutes before I tuck him in for the night.? ?Ok,? Audrey said. She headed for the door, but stopped to give Wendell a goodnight kiss on his cheek. When the child was gone, Maggie pulled back Wendell?s blankets and tapped the top of the bed. ?Come lay down. I have some news.? He climbed up onto the bed and propped a pillow against the bent-metal headboard so that he was half-sitting, half-laying down and facing Maggie. She smiled at the little form before her. ?I know that I?m sounding like a broken record, but you really are adorable. Do you like your nightie?? Wendell shrugged and got to the more important matter. ?Did you talk to my sisters about college?? She nodded, her smile warm and broad. ?And?? Wendell was very antsy. ?And... they agreed to let you go to State as long as you live with me and let me take care of you.? Wendell bounced to his knees and threw his arms around Maggie?s neck. ?Oh, thank you! Thank you, Maggie!? He squeezed hard. Maggie gently unfolded his arms, released her neck from his embrace and laid him back on his pillow. ?You?re welcome, baby, but there are conditions.? Did she just call him ?baby!?? ?What conditions.? ?Well,? she shrugged coyly, ?you see there are rules about roommates.? ?Oh? What kind of rules?? ?Well, roommates have to be the same sex.? Wendell?s face took on a confused squint. ?What I mean is,? Maggie continued, ?you?re going to have to be Wendy, not Wendell, while you?re living with me.? Gently she reached under the hem of the soft, pretty gown and massaged the inside of his thigh. ?But that?s not such a big deal is it? You?re awfully cute as Wendy and, besides, a little girl will attract a lot less attention than a little man. Don?t you agree?? He would have argued, but just as she asked the question, her hand grazed the shaft of his penis. The feeling so shocked Wendell that his eyes shot wide and his brain just prayed she?d offer even more attention to his organ. He shifted his groin a little forward in the hopes of finding her large, soft hand. He did. Now she played with the soft but stiffening, hairless shaft. He was in heaven. ?That?s ok, right?? She spoke as if she was his babysitter. ?You want to live with me, right?? He was looking at her beautiful face, her beautiful eyes, her beautiful smile, but his mind was concentrating on the new and wonderful sensations of being fondled by someone else. Someone so incredible as this woman who was his whole world right now. Realizing she?d asked him a question and was waiting for an answer, he nodded, but never broke eye contact with her. ?Good.? She smiled as she continued her ministrations with her right hand and reached for a few tissues from the box on his night stand with her left. When she?d retrieved a few, she stopped for a moment and neatly folded back the lavender skirts of his pretty nightie. Then she placed the tissues under his penis and continued her manipulations. ?You know, I didn?t even realize you were a boy when I first saw you ? let alone a man.? She smiled again and continued to drive him crazy. ?I though, ?what a cute little girl,? but when Amy told me you were a boy, well, I knew right then and there that I?d found the man of my dreams. Little, soft and feminine ? just what I?ve always dreamed of, but the problem is, Wendy... I?m not looking for a man to be with who?ll eventually become my husband ? I?m looking for a man to be with,? she leaned forward and planted a soft, gentle kiss on his lips, ?who?ll,? another kiss, ?eventually,? yet another, ?be,? one more, ?my wife.? Just as these last words left her mouth, Wendell exploded in a huge, earth shaking orgasm. He thrust and thrust into her hand as she gently milked him through the most wonderful moment of his life, catching most of his seed in the tissues she?d prepared. ?That?s it,? Maggie whispered. ?That?s my good, good girl. Good girl. That?s mommy?s good, little girl.? When he could give no more, Maggie wiped him clean with a new tissue, then straightened out the skirts of his nightgown and said, ?Now, scoot down under the covers and I?ll tuck you in.? ?Wendy, it?s time,? Audrey said. At five-foot-three, the fourteen year old looked elegant in her lavender bridesmaid?s dress. Amy adjusted his veil and straightened the long train of his bridal gown, which, to be honest, looked more like an elaborate first communion gown due to its size. In the five years since agreeing to live full time as Wendy, Maggie?s little boyfriend/girlfriend had gotten very used to all things feminine, but being buttoned and laced into a bridal gown was a sensation unto itself. Rather than finding a dress that made him look pretty, he was made pretty to suit the gown. Everything was silk and lace and soft and white and so, so, so feminine. It was enough to make his head spin. Debbie came to his right side and, unable to appropriately take her arm do to their height differences, Wendell took her hand as the organ began to play. Audrey lead the way down the aisle with Amy following. Sue, as maid of honor, went down last. Now, he could see down the aisle where Maggie stood waiting in a simple, black dress, surrounded by her groomsmen, Rick looking dashing in his first tuxedo, and two men, college buddies and colleagues, that Maggie played golf with on the weekends. It had been a whirlwind of a life recently. When Maggie graduated with a degree in science, she went to work for her mother?s pharmaceutical firm, rising quickly through the ranks to be one of the youngest pharmaceutical executives in the United States. She was wealthy and powerful. An unbelievably good catch for a little thing like Wendy to have landed! She was the owner of a large estate and she was a good provider for her little wife-to-be. Amy was Maggie?s Girl-Friday and was doing nearly as well, financially. Her degree in communications made her an excellent asset for organizing and executing each aspect of Maggie?s busy schedule. With the help of Amy and Maggie, Wendell had finished college high up in the class rankings and had scored a nice little job at a day care center near the home he shared with Maggie. He loved working with little children, changing diapers, teaching them to count and read simple words. It was a wonderful job and he?d loved every minute of it. He was, of course, giving up his ?career? now to take care of their home and the child that Maggie and he were in the process of adopting. He could not wait to be a mommy. As he processed down the aisle, the crowd of friends and family smiled and oohed at his dress. The women from the day care center waved and took pictures. He?d promised that he?d visit frequently and that he?d bring the baby to visit, too. At the head of the aisle, Deb turned to face him, raised his veil, kissed his cheek and handed him over to Maggie, who smiled as they stepped up onto the alter and stood before the celebrant. ?Do you,? the minister recited to Wendell, ?take this woman to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to love, honor and obey her, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, until death do you part?? ?I do,? Wendell said with the biggest grin his face had ever sustained. ?And do you,? the holy man turned to Maggie, now, ?take this man to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love and cherish, through sickness and health, for richer and poorer, until death do you part?? Maggie never looked away. She just grinned as sincerely as Wendell had. ?I do.? ?Then by the powers vested in me in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Margaret, you may kiss the bride.? Maggie bent down and planted a polite, yet passionate kiss on her new wife as the assembled congregation applauded and took pictures. Then they turned and walked down the aisle as the organ played Mendelssohn?s Wedding March. And they all lived happily ever after.