"I know that," Mikey said, with this oddly mature calm. "But, we have all our fingers and toes..we seem healthy...Now, let's get dressed. We can't just spend the entire day in our pajamas."
Linda scowled. "Fine..." She bounded up the stairs.
Mikey sighed, and calmly followed, drawing the robe around her nightgown. She found Linda in the master bedroom, opening a drawer. "None of that is going to fit you, sweetie," she said, reaching in and pulling out a bra.
Linda pouted. "That what am I going to wear?"
Mikey smiled. "come on, I'll help you get dressed." They headed to Mikey's room, and she laid out a pair of underwear, socks, a t-shirt, and some pants for Linda. "There you are. Do you need help getting dressed? Or can I go change?"
"I don't need any help," Linda said.
Mikey slipped back down to the master bedroom and closed the door, picking up the bra she'd pulled out before and slipping it on. Followed by a fresh pair of panties, then a blouse and a skirt. She didn't give it a second thought as she brushed her hair and put on some makeup, until she looked approvingly at herself in the mirror.
