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Billy II "Not like that, Tami, as we practiced," Janice encouraged her youngest. "Oh yeah," Billy enunciated as he remembered how he was supposed to announce his new name. The nervous Tami assumed the new pose. Wanting to get everything just right, he looked down at the floor to see that his dainty feet were positioned as they had practiced. He still could not believe those were his legs, shaved and adorned with the shinest hosiery he had ever seen. Looking at them made his tummy feel funny. Remembering how the frosty pink toenail polish made his feet take on a whole new look made performing difficult so soon after all these new feelings engulfed him. Tami was determined. Once she gathered her lower limbs into position, her elegant fingers gripped the sides of her short dress, showcasing a professional manicure with frosty pink matching polish. Looking over at her Mother, Tami waited to see her approval. When Janice nodded, Tami looked towards the floor, eyes downcast and curtsied while informing her older siblings that her new name was Tami. Denise could not hold back. "Tami, you are so adorable," she said. James was quiet for a few seconds. He was shocked to see Billy looking like a fifteen-year-old girl. And the type of fifteen-year-old that added makeup and changed clothes as she met up with her friends. The only difference was she was nervous and shy. Tami tasted the cream on her lips as she filtered her view through the thick coats of mascara. Her disposition for liking the effect made her look beyond her age. The come hither outcome of it was disturbing James. "You are so lucky, Tami, girls your age never get to wear makeup as you have on. And the skimpy yet classy dress is more than any mother of a girl your age would allow. And pantyhose, so young, is something most Mothers would not allow. Sissies do have it good," Denise added as James was about to say something. "Oh, yes, Mommy is going to take me shoe shopping tomorrow and said I will get a surprise," Tami announced excitedly. James and Denise looked at their Mother. The two older siblings looked at her quizzically. Nothing was said, but the question in the air was, isn't this a bit much? "Every good sissy needs to be able to walk in high heels," Janice announced. Denise was not very happy with this revelation. Every girlhood milestone she agonizingly waited for was heaped on her little half-brother--the sweet sixteen traditional blossoming into womanhood. By the age of thirteen, her Mother had allowed a smidgen of mascara and a light lip gloss. She did not get to experience pantyhose until she was fifteen officially. Real makeup, and lightly at best, was reserved for her sixteenth birthday. High heels were also at that time. She could not remember her age when she got her ears pierced. Billy was getting all and more at only nine years old. His voice would not be due to crack for another couple of years, and his secondary sex characteristics would not start for a while. Tami was, although young, a tarted-up girl by any standard. Denise understood her envy was not logical, but it was there. She remained silent for the remainder of the introduction. James's stammering was endearing. He was in a little shock. "How do you feel, Tami"? James asked. "Oh, James, these clothes feel wonderful. I've never felt something like this. When I look in the mirror, it shocks me how pretty I am," Tami said truthfully. "Pretty, you are more than pretty, Tami," James admitted. Janice moved in and hugged her youngest after his marvelous performance. He did better than she thought he would. "Do you want to help fix Tami's hair, Denise?" "Sure, mom, but let me and James have a few minutes," Denise responded. She had come out of her funk with the absurdity of James's reaction. The distraction that everything feminine engulfing their younger stepbrother caused a maturing effect on "Tami." She wondered if Billy was a sissy. Maybe all his antics were the culmination of his frustration. Their Mother would know for sure, but there could be something else. A shocked James and Denise went upstairs to the common area. James kept looking back at their little brother. He was enjoying himself. The curiosity of an intelligent child was trying different movements to see how his new clothes felt. Standing as he had seen young models pose or sitting and crossing his legs, all the while enjoying his slippery hosiery sliding across newly sensitized skin. Their Mother was eating up every feminine parody. And as always, Billy, now Tami, had the undivided attention of their Mother. "The game is on. This is going to be so good," Denise started the conversation. "Do you think this is for real?" James asked his older sister. "Yes, and from here on, it is the two of us versus Mom and Billy," Denise exclaimed. "Do you think Billy is a sissy?" James asked honestly. "That, I'm sure, does not matter. We are in for the ride, and I can not wait to see how this turns out," Denise was on a roll. "What about William or his son Kendal? Surely, he will be upset by what Mom has done to their child. Billy is not even recognizable. His age, sex, and personality have been thrown in the tumbler. And you know how Kendal is," James was worried for his brother. "We will need lots and lots of pictures. And I will up the ante," Denise did not answer James's concerns. The guilt James was feeling came to an abrupt stop. "Shush, do you smell Tami?" Denise liked that her young cross-dressed sissy brother could no longer sneak up on them. His perfume preceded him. Young Billy did not think through his attempt to gather information. "Come on in, Tami," Denise told her younger sibling. Tami was sure; she made no noise approaching her siblings. These clothes were different and nice, but they were not noisy. It was often she would eves drop on her counterparts. Biting her lip as she often did when busted, she tasted the creamy lipstick. She always thought it funny when women had lipstick on their teeth. Now she wondered if she had it on hers. A sexy little sissy approached her brother and sister. "How do I look?" Tami asked. "All grown up," James admitted. "Don't listen to him, Tami. You look beautiful," Denise came to Tami's defense. It was not what James said. It was the way he said it. "Come, tell us all about it," Denise was warm and comforting. She wanted to see this through. If things panned out, many things would change. Denise patted the sofa next to herself. Inviting her provocatively dressed sibling to join the conversation. She admired Tami's ability to play her part. The clothes and makeup would not be an issue if Billy were older. As it is, Tami's presence was pushing a lot of buttons. Denise knew their Mother wanted it that way. "Tell you guys what?" Tami wanted to know. "Tell us how it was, what you felt. How does your new style feel?" Denise instructed. "Oh," Tami said as James was unusually quiet. "It was weird at first. Getting naked in front of Mommy was not comfortable. But it wasn't that long ago she would bathe me. I liked the attention. While she drew a warm bath, she rubbed pink goo all over me. That stuff was cold," Billy started the tale. "I'm so proud of you," Mommy told me. "It made me feel good to hear that. I have not had her tell me that in a long time," Billy admitted. He knew why, and so did his siblings. His pranks had become intolerable. "The water was already warm in the pipes since Mommy was filling the tub. She poured something that looked like sea salt died pink in the tepid water. She turned on the shower and had me go in there and scrub myself clean. I thought it was strange to shower before a bath, but Mommy had just complimented me," Billy admitted the changing chemistry of his and his Mother's relationship. Denise and James recognized a similarity from their past. It was a right of passage when Janice stopped treating you like a child and shifted gears. Billy's shift was much more extreme but somehow still similar. Tami had their attention. They nodded for Tami to go on. "Well, I was shocked when my body hair came off with the cream. There wasn't much at all, but not having any body hair changes how little drafts affect your skin. When I stepped out of the shower, I got goosebumps," stated Tami. "Mommy said the warm bath would take care of it, but she wanted to see if all my hair was gone," Tami continued. "We can get those stray hairs while you soak in the tub, and we do your nails," Mommy told me. "The water smelled pretty. It was warm and so comforting. All my goosebumps went away. I was not careful when mommy grabbed my leg to shave a few stray hairs, and I slipped under the water. When I came up, the water made my face seem smoother. And I could smell the scent I was soaking in. I held onto the tub's sides when she grabbed my other leg. The water reacted differently when it shed down my skin; as she held my leg in the air. I was glad for the bubbles as my thingy got stiff," Tami continued. "She shaved you everywhere?" Denise asked. Tami nodded her head as her made-up eyes accentuated the word everywhere. "Then what?" asked James. "She had me put my feet and hands on the tub's sides. She dried them and started painting my nails. She said not to move. It would mess up my polish, she added. Then she washed my hair with her expensive shampoo and conditioner. Mommy rubbing my head vigorously felt so relaxing," Tami had a faraway look as he recalled the massage. "She gave you a massage. Did you like it?" Denise asked Tami. "Oh yes, now I know why Chester likes petting. It feels so good," Tami informed her siblings like it was a scientific revelation. James and Denise smiled at Tami. Her eyes told the tale of how much she enjoyed the head massage. She is very cute. "Anyhow, Mommy rubbed a lotion all over me, from head to toe and even on my face. I kept looking at my polish the whole time. She told me to hold my arms out and was so pleased when I raised my hands, palms out, to see my fingernail polish. She told me I looked so girlish in that pose. And that I was a natural," Tami remembered. "Yeah, that is especially girly to be standing like that," Denise agreed. "How did that make you feel?" James inquired. "Happy," Tami answered. Seeing Denise and James not understanding, Tami went on. "Mommy was so proud of me and happy. It made me happy." James and Denise looked at each other. They understood what Tami felt. It was a long hard time with Don. Janice did her best, but being with someone who is always negative wears on anyone. It wore on their Mother something fierce. She tried to work on the marriage again and again "for the sake of the children," as it were. Denise grabbed Tami to herself in a loving hug. James had to wipe the moisture from his left eye. He hated it when he got emotional. Tami continued after the hug loosened. "Mommy gave me a pair of satin panties. They are red. When I pulled them up my legs, my thingy got stiff again. Mommy said it was a natural part of growing up. My toenail polish kept grabbing my attention as I slid the material up my hairless, moisturized skin. It feels so invigorating when that material moves over your smooth skin," Tami said as her eyes showed how she felt when recalling her first time wearing panties. "Is that what you call it?" snickered James. "That is a big word, Tami," Denise said. "Mommy then draped a blue satin thin dress-type thing over my head. It gave me goosebumps all over again. This time, it wasn't my thingy, but it was my nipples that got kind of hard. She told me to sit on the edge of the bed, while she opened a square plastic package that had something wound around a piece of cardboard," Tami remembered. She started rubbing her pantyhose-covered legs together at the thought of it. James and Denise understood that Tami enjoyed the new feelings. She went on to explain how Mommy pulled the soft, shiny material up her legs. Something happened when she looked in the mirror. Mommy had to get new panties and a fresh pair of pantyhose for Tami. "It's ok, Tami. It is all part of nature," Janice told her youngest. Janice thought that Tami would look better down there now, with nothing sticking out for the moment. "I was a little embarrassed. I still don't know what happened. It didn't hurt, but that is something that had never happened before. Mommy calmed me down as she did my makeup. She is very fast at it. She said it was mainly because my young skin didn't need foundation. I loved it when she put mascara on me. You can see your lashes when you wear it," Tami liked that feature. Denise and James looked at each other. Telepathically they agreed that the information was William's or their Mother's responsibility. After the makeup, Janice had Tami step into her dress. The flat ballerina shoes she let Tami put on. Judging that her hair was the correct dampness, Janice added mousse to Tami's semi-long hair. She handed her youngest the basket of curlers and told her to hand them one at a time as she needed them. Partitioning her hair into sections, Janice watched as Tami ogled her fingernails, grabbing each roller in turn. The pink plastic curlers were soon set in a row after neat row upon Tami's head. "Now for the piece de resistance," Janice said as she held up her expensive perfume atomizer. Tami loved the feminine device. Soon Tami was covered with seven full squirts of the long-lasting fragrance. "How do you like it?" Janice asked Tami. "I stood in front of the mirror, trying to take in the way I looked. I didn't answer Mommy. Instead, I felt the soft embrace of all these new clothes and how they made me look and feel," Tami tried to explain. "That is what we are asking you. How does it make you feel?" James and Denise asked. "It, it," Tami paused. Her cute made-up face slightly sucked in as if she were holding her breath. "It makes me feel beautiful," she stated as she let the fact ring from within. It was understandable. Real girls did not experience Tami's complete dress-up session until much later in life. Here is their nine-year-old brother dressing in provocative underthings and wearing full makeup and expensive perfume. Denise remembers when she first got to wear such things. It had made her feel grown up and more of a woman. The makeup now worn by her little stepbrother is more garish than she is allowed even now. Denise will not take the bait. She knows this is a test. The game is on. The beginning of how Tami will develop is now a test of wills. James and her will need to plot this out well, or the ending will be less than satisfactory. She witnesses Billy enjoying what the feminine perspective brings with it. She knows he does not understand the totality of what he has bargained. He always loved being the center of attention. And now he will have it in spades. Some good-natured payback is due to the cute little rotten bugger. "Tami, it is late now. Stop rubbing your legs like that. It is not becoming a young sissy," Denise corrected her brother. "I can't help it. I like the way it makes my tummy feel," Tami responded. James and Denise rolled their eyes. "Horny little bugger. Isn't she?" James let slip out. Tami got slightly offended but didn't know why. Her face looked so adorable as she tried to work out what the joke was. "I want you to tell Mommy that you want to sleep in your curlers like a proper sissy," Denise instructed. "Why?" Tami wanted to know. "Oh, because if you do, the curls in your hair in the morning will be the best they can be," Denise baited her new sissy brother. "Oh, I want that. I want to see how I will look," Tami admitted. "Better yet, tell Mommy that you want to have your sissy hair in curlers every night," James jumped in on the payback. His smile was genuine. Denise went to her room and brought back a curler cover. The padded kind. She put it on Tami's curler-covered head and adjusted it for comfort. "It will slow down the drying part and make your hair all the more shiny," Denise informed Tami while asking if it was comfortable. "Yes, it is. Thank you," Tami showed her appreciation and dropped into a curtsy as she did. "I could get used to that from you, Tami. You are so much politer than Billy ever was. Yes, ask Mommy to let you be the best little sissy you can be. And how you want to sleep in your pretty curlers from now on," Denise encouraged Tami. The two older siblings watched Tami go off to tighten the reigns on her new situation. This, indeed, was going to be fun. Standing at the top of the stairs, they listened to the interchange. Tami asked for nightly curlers, and the sissie's owner loved the idea. "Who gave you such a wonderful idea, Tami?" Janice asked her little one. "Denise said; my hair would look so much better by morning if I kept them all night. And James suggested that I ask to have them every night," Tami inadvertently told on her siblings. "What a fantastic idea. James, and Denise, please come to the top of the stairs," Janice called out. The brother and sister looked at each other. James mouthed, "Oh fuck." Denise added, "And so it begins. Let's go." At the top of the stairs, they said in unison, "Yes, Mother?" "What a nice suggestion that you two have for our Tami," Janice started. James gulped slightly, and Denise played it cool. "I want you, Denise, to put Tami to bed. Show her how to remove her makeup and moisturize her face. I've left her new nightgown out on her bed," Janice doled out a task to her daughter for her part in directing Tami's future. Denise saw that Tami was upset. She liked her makeup. "If you don't want your pillow case to look like it ran into Tammy Faye Bakker, you need to remove your makeup, silly," Denise informed her charge as she descended the stairs. "Where do you think you are going, James?" Janice asked. He stopped midstride. He suspected this might be bad. He bowed his head as he cringed. He did not have the fortitude that Denise had naturally. "That is quite the suggestion that you gave Tami," she said as she let the quiet linger before continuing. "Tomorrow, you will put Tami's curlers on for her. You will do it professionally. You will do this each night until I tell you otherwise," Janice announced. "I can't do that, Mom. I have no idea how," James stated as if it was a simple fact. "Yes, that is a problem," Janice conceded. "Thanks for understanding, Mom," James said with relief. "I understand it is a problem," Janice offered. James stood there. His Mother had a flare for dramatics. "It is your problem. Our little Tami needs encouragement and solidarity. You will be providing Tami with that encouragement. Misery loves company, as they say. Although, in Tami's case, not so much misery as appreciation," Janice continued. "What are you saying?" James asked with trepidation. "Simple, you are responsible for Tami's bedtime hair set. If it does not meet my standards, you will put curlers in your long hair and sleep on your inadequacies." "But, Mom!" James sounded like a younger version of himself as he realized he had stepped into a trap early on in the game. "You do know; Billy only wanted his hair long to be like you. He looks up to you. Seeing his big brother in curlers and a hair net beside him will do him good. If you want, youtube is full of how-to videos. But I suspect you will need practice. You could wear makeup also if you want," Janice concluded. "Not funny, Mom," James shuddered at the thought. And then he remembered. "Denise, wait. We need lots of pictures of Tami. It's her first night," James almost bellowed. "He's correct. I forgot to document Tami's first night," Janice said, almost panicked. "I've already taken her makeup off her right eye, guys," Denise called down. "That's ok. Let's see if we can pose her from the left side," Janice told her daughter. Looking at Tami, Denise said it might work. And so it was. For prosperity, Tami struck many poses on her first night as a proper sissy in training. Poses with Mommy, poses with James and Denise, a couple of group shots, and Tami was very well documented. Chapter 3 Denise let Tami keep her pantyhose for the night. The black nighty with all its lace and frills looked so cute on her slight frame. Tami had learned well enough how to remove her makeup. She is an intelligent child. She laughed when she got the joke about Tammy Faye. It was endearing to Denise to communicate with Tami on a deeper level. She never thought she and Billy would cross the step-child divide. She ignored Tami's constant rubbing of her thighs and staring at her painted fingers and toes. Denise understood these were all new experiences for a young body with which to cope. She marveled at how pantyhose felt the first time she drew them up her legs. Denise could not imagine feeling the full feminine regalia in one go. It was not unexpected that Tami would be overloaded with new experiences. Going into Tami's room, Denise was met with a disturbed child. "What is wrong, Tami?" Denise asked, thinking Billy had buyer's remorse. "Something is wrong with me," a distressed Billy told his older sister. He was glad it was not his Mother. Somehow it was easier with Denise. "What happened?" Denise needed to know. "In the night, something came out of my thingy. I was rubbing my legs together, and the lace felt so good as I moved it back and forth across my chest. And then I closed my eyes, and the weirdest thing happened. I got hard down there, and then there was a strange vibration. I looked at my fingernails in the dark. They were reflecting light, my eyes traveled down my legs and then pressure, and my pantyhose were a mess," Tami stated. "You had a wet dream, is all. Perfectly natural, Tami. Perfectly natural. Let's get you changed," Denise calmed her stepbrother. He did not like not knowing what was happening. "Let's get you changed. Did Mom leave you more pantyhose and panties?" Denise wanted to know. "All of my drawers are filled with sissy stuff," Tami told Denise. "That was fast," Denise thought to herself. "Well, we know you like your pantyhose. What color do you want to wear today, Tami?" Denise asked while opening the drawer. Her eyes widened as she witnessed the array of pantyhose packages and panties. "I don't know. But that is the dress that Mommy put out for my surprise today," Tami said, slightly worried. "Good choice," Denise said as she witnessed Tami becoming nervous and about to broach some subject that Denise would not like to discuss. Hurridly she directed her stepbrother to remove the soiled pantyhose and panties. She brought a warm washcloth to him and told him to clean up the mess. A soft towel followed, and Denise kept up an upbeat banter about how cute Tami was going to be today. "I don't want anyone to know that I am a sissy when Mommy takes me out for my surprise," Tami told Denise. "Don't you worry, little one. I got your back. You will be the epitome of innocent femininity," Denise soothing consoled Tami. Pink satin panties replaced the red ones. They matched Tami's polish. Flat tan pantyhose were the choice for today's festivities. Denise witnessed Tami physically relaxing as the new clean pantyhose were drawn up her legs. The pink sweater dress was made of cotton fibers and adorned with a white lace collar that matched the lace hem sewn at the mid-thigh hem. Tan ballet flats blended in with the stockings were perfect for the little sissy. Denise was well versed in the innocent makeup "look." "Wait until you see your hair, Tami," Denise continued to develop her little brother into the most adorable innocent sissy on this side of the equator. She was positive that some boys could look more convincing in other parts of the world, but Tami would give them a run for their money. Certainly, Bradley and the horrible Evelyn would be put to shame. Taking down the curlers, Denise was amazed at how well Tami's hair took the curls. When Tami and Denise looked in the mirror together, they were stunned. "I guess I don't need to worry anyone will think I am a boy," Tami admitted. "No, I don't think you do," Denise agreed. The mass of hair with tamed curls cascading down in angelic remembrances, coupled with innocent makeup, made Tami somehow look the natural beauty. She no longer looked fifteen. She looked twelve and angelic. Tami was a poster child for a blossoming woman. The daughter every woman hoped to bear. She was feminine grace waiting to pass the precipice into womanhood. "Let's go down to breakfast, beautiful," Denise encouraged Tami. She noticed that Tami was nervous. "You look beautiful, Tami. What is the matter?" Denise asked, a little concerned. "Yes, I do," Tami stated. "Don't be conceited, Tami. It's not attractive," Denise informed her charge. "That has nothing to do with it. Daddy is down there," Tami said. She looked so cute as her worried innocent eyes conveyed her concern. She liked everything so far. But she was worried as to how her Father would react. Denise let it sink in. She brought her cell phone out to mark the occasion. Tami was about to meet her Father. The sulking little sissy was so cute in the dreaded anticipation of the unknown. She was rubbing her lovely legs together in her nervousness. "It will be ok. Mom will not do anything to hurt you. I know it," Denise encouraged. As the duo traipsed towards the kitchen, the voices they heard were more jovial than usual. The curiosity it generated made them forget their fear of how William would react. Entering the kitchen, Tami was a show stopper. Not even Janice thought the child could look so convincing. William was brought up short, as was Janice. His young male child looked like a Christmas special with an angelic female model performing for the masses. Tami looked to belong in an advertisement to sell whatever. The golden locks cascaded down in every direction in an abundance of feminine curls. The innocent face gave way to a sweater dress, and was that pantyhose on her? He meant his son's delicate legs. Janice squeezed William's knee. Last night was a whirlwind of unbridled sexual frustration unleashed. He had never been attacked by any woman like Janice had last night. Even those he paid for services rendered in his younger days, he never experienced the fortitude Janice revealed. Last night, Janice rocked his world. He wanted his wife's new passion. If his young son had to pay a small price, he could justify it. It would be good for Billy to see things from a different perspective. He always had Kendal to be his strong son. Decision made, William always made his decision and moved on. It was what made his business great. "You look lovely, Tami," William gave his approval. "I need to see you in private, William. Do you think you could spare a few minutes before going in?" Janice asked. It was a half hour later that William went to work. He did not look like he wanted to go to the office today. But he left for work out of habit. Kissing Janice goodbye was not a peck on the cheek this time. The children looked away as it was a little intense. "Give Mommy a little time, and then we will go. Ok, Tami?" Janice informed her angelic child. With the full support of her Mother and Father, Tami was much less intimidated about going out. She looked in the mirror many times and felt reassured by Denise's help. She looked well, beyond clean. The perfume from yesterday was still with her. The clothes and makeup shouted female. Tami would pass as a girl, and she knew it. "Was that the intention?" popped into Tami's mind. She had made a career finding chinks in people's armor. If she and her Mother were to be making their way into public, it would be in her Mother's best interest not to have her "daughter" discovered. God, these clothes felt so good, Tami thought. She wondered what her surprise would be. She noticed James staring at her. He kept looking at her curls. Nothing for it; Tami would have to wait and see. What was James watching on youtube? Tami wondered. "Let's go, Tami," Janice stated. It was hard, but Tami followed her Mommy out to the car. At the mall, Mommy started to bring Tami to Clairs. Two sleepers were stabbed through her ears each. Tami looked all the more authentic. "Wait until you see what is next, Tami," Janice told her child excitedly. Acrylic fingernails were Tami's first appointment. Tami was fascinated by the process. Strange black and silver lined forms were placed around her fingertips. Soon the Asian woman started to add a white substance to her nails and sweep it out past her natural fingers. The woman was so practiced that she did not do much filing before painting Tami's new, much longer nails in the same frosted pink varnish. It was not over yet. The next station that Tami was taken to was the hair salon. A dye job followed by extensions. "Please be careful with your nails, miss," the small effeminate Cuban told Tami. Tami did not know what to think that her long hair was now platinum blonde and much fuller and longer than it had been. The heels she was walking out of Dillards with were divine. They were only three inches tall, but her tiny feet made them look like skyscrapers. "The only thing left is a suitable purse," Janice told Tami. Once they settled on a purse, Tami could not help but walk with a feminine gait. "Let's go to the restaurant you like. We need to discuss how to continue." "What do you mean, Mommy?" Tami asked. "Your brother and sister will be planning what the next move is. How do you want to respond?" Janice asked. Tami did not have a clue. She had been trying to balance on her new high heels. The hair was over the top. Acrylic nails extending a half inch beyond her fingertips made using her fingers difficult. She again looked like a fifteen-year-old girl, ready for a fashion shoot. She wondered what dangly earrings would feel like. There was nothing left to experience what a woman feels like. Tami was sure. It bothered Tami that the boys kept staring at her. She was with her Mother, for God's sake. There were plenty of mall rats taking up positions around the mall. Their makeup looked much like Tami?s did last night. Still, the boy?s eyes followed her every move everywhere they went. It made her nervous that she was decked out in feminine finery. She understood that Denise was not allowed some of her embellishments. Her feeling of a skewed relationship was solidified when Mommy took Tami to an upscale jeweler. The sleepers were exchanged for diamond earrings. A neckless matching the earrings followed. An anklet chain in white gold was added. Tami had never felt more grown up than she did now. She knew this was going to go against Denise?s feelings. She did not want to hurt her feelings. She enjoyed her Moo Shu Pork. The long fingernails could still work the chopsticks. Tami felt so at home consuming the excellent confection completely disguised as Tami. Alone time with Mommy was priceless. She wondered how James would fare tonight, setting the platinum blond hair into appropriate rows. She knew Denise was not allowed to dye her hair. Let alone add extensions. Tami could not remember Denise having acrylic nails. Although she enjoyed everything that made today special, Tami knew that Denise was a target of Mommy?s ire. She did not believe Denise had done anything wrong but felt her sister was being punished. Tami wondered what would happen when she went home. Was what she agreed to make her happy in the long run? Or did she open a bag of worms? Only time will tell. But every mirror in the mall garnered her attention. Janice enjoyed Tami?s response to looking well above average. She wondered if putting Evelyn in her place was within her grasp. A whole lot depends upon her three children.