After breakfast, Tiffany and Agatha returned home, while the girls sat around, watching Jayne's mother set about his business and waiting for their lunch appointment.
"So what's with your mom?" Joni asked in hushed tones as Benny Whitefield sang a tune from the kitchen as he cleaned the dishes. No one noticed as Benny's voice shifted from a childish treble to a high soprano "He seems like a damn June Cleaver?"
"I know," Jayne groaned, moving her multicolored hair so as not to sit on it. "Sometimes I wonder if my dad got her from Stepford or something."
"So does all she ever do is just housework?" Linda asked.
"Yeah, that and fuck my dad," Jayne retorted. "I swear, he acts like a fucking dormouse most the time."
"That must suck," Joni commented, "I mean, my mom's a bitch, but at least she seems to have a thought of her own every once and awhile."
Just then, Benny skipped into the room, a plate of cookies in hand. "Here you go," he said, in his new feminine voice, "I made a few batches for the neighborhood bake sale but there was a few too many so I figured I'd let you girls have some!" None of them realized Benny had grown another inch or aged about six years or so, now looking to be a rather effeminate eleven year old boy. His light brown hair had grown out a bit as well, and he now sported French tips on his fingernails.
"Uh... thanks, mom, but we were just heading out. We got to meat Lucy for lunch," Jayne explained.
"Oh, really now? Well say hello for me to her and those cousins of hers," Benny said, his cheer unchecked by the rejection. The three girls headed out the door, glad to be away from that cloying bitch.
