Marching Jessie back into the bathroom I made him sit on the toilet seat while I combed his long we tresses and wrapped them in pink curlers. the hot plastic touched his scalp. He bleated like a little lamb. Rows formed.
When I was finished Jessie stood and cringed as he peeked in the mirror.
"I look like a geek!"
True, he did look deathly frail.
"Then don' look. I'm not done yet. Come on. time to get you dressed."
Jessie drew his towel tighter as I opened the boxes on the bed. Brushing aside tissue paper, I selected a white lace garter belt. the thin floral design was stitched with a line of ink hears.
I shook out a pair of fresh white hose. "Get rid of the towel."
When the boy hesitated I snatched the damp folds, and hung it over a door knob. Whimpering, he splayed ten fingers like a fan across his crotch.