46-TV FICTION CLASSICS

SANDY THOMAS ADV. A couple of blocks away at the Wainwright home, Emma was just as busy helping Paul, "her new daughter" get ready for school. If Sam was nervous, Paul was terrified! Fortunately, his mother had wakened him very early that morning, because she had to spend half an hour arguing and pleading for him to go through with this masquerade. Also, after eating a piece of toast before his shower, he promptly had to run to the bathroom where his tense stomach rejected it.

At long last, she had him calmed down enough to put on his new pink panties and bra set and a pair of oh so feminine pinkish white pantyhose that had a delicate clockwork pattern of lace. His lingerie was covered with a pink slip with elaborate lace at the bodice and hem.

While he was dressed to this stage, Emma sat him down and lovingly brushed his mid-back length hair while he sat staring at his daintily clad body in the mirror. He also saw his mother meticulously combing and sectioning his silky hair in the creation of the lavish French braid that she adored. She carefully completed the braid, and in the process, poked and jabbed him with the many bobby pins that she inserted to hide the long tail of his braid underneath at the nape of his neck. Finally, she stepped back with a pleased look and just whispered, "beautiful!."

During the next fifteen minutes, Emma focused her efforts on her son's makeup. Paul complained but to no avail as she insisted on cleaning up his eyebrows. Then, eyebrow pencil, eyeliner, shadow, and mascara were applied to give him beautiful doe like eyes. Again, she was very pleased, or one could even say that she was visibly excited at being able to create such a feminine being from her son. Blush and dark pink lipstick completed the image, and Paul was

no more.

He stood up as directed and submissively held his arms up as his mother carefully slid the pink and white dress over his head. It was very modern in design and had pink and white geometric patterns that flowed across the tight bodice and full just above the knee length skirt. As she adjusted the short cuffed sleeves and zipped up the back, Paul felt the dress hugging his body, and he felt as though he was now a prisoner locked into it.

BLONDE & BLONDER -47 Finally, he stepped into the white two inch heeled sandals and waited while she kneeled and fastened the ankle straps to his trembling legs.

"OH, mom," Paul pleaded, tears coming to his eyes. “I can't do this. I look stupid!"

"Shhh, you'll ruin your makeup," she said taking a tissue and blotting a tear. "You look wonderful in that dress."

The time had come face the public. Paul wasn't sure know how his day would go, but he had no doubt that it would be the most difficult day of his life!

Sarah played a different role than either Joanne or Emma had with their sons. She found that she was there only to advise her Evan as he was doing quite well on his own. She also noted that his good mood from the night before continued. Also, she was quite nervous about the upcoming day. "I hope you don't have any trouble," she said.

Evan just shrugged it off saying, "It'll be a laugh Mom, don't worry."

Watching him get ready for school, Emma got the feeling that her son was going through a well practiced morning routine. First, he took down his hair which fell in tight ringlet curls all over his head. Then with a hairbrush, he combed through the curls first down then with his head bent over from underneath. To her amazement, he deftly pulled his hair back, and with a quick twist and some bobby pins, he created a puffy little chignon that was surrounded by wispy ringlets and curls.

"How did he learn that?" she thought to herself.

Fussing with the curls at his forehead and temples, Evan finally appeared satisfied with the results and proceeded to spray a generous amount of hair spray to lock the style in place. To her surprise, he had selected his own clothes for the day and was quickly dressed in lingerie and pantyhose.

Emma watched him select a white high collared blouse which needed her help to button as it had a dozen small pearl buttons up the back. The full sleeves ended in tight five button cuffs. "A very feminine selection," she thought as he stepped into a black linen skirt that was quite slim and fell to mid-thigh. A small slit at the back allowed him a bit more room for walking. He finished off his clothing with a pair of simple black pumps.