FIFTEEN: LESSESS AND TESSESS

Lessess and Tessess will bless us with dresses. Lessess and Tessess will accessorize. Lessess and Tessess will jeeze us with shoeses, Lessess and Tessess will dazzle the eyes. They have the dress shop down the hall, they have the dress shop in the mall, they have the dress shop in Pome Town, they’ll find for you the perfect gown. They’ll fit your every curve and curl, they’ll fit for woman and for girl, they’ll fit you if you’re wide as school, they’ll fit you if you’re narrow as drool. They’ll fit you in the perfect dresses, their names are Lessess and also Tessess.

“We’ve got to burn the man out of you, and the best way is with style,” said Lessess.

“Weve got to burn the man out of you with experiences and smile,” said Tessess.

”We’ll make you into womanhood, we’ll find you the right bag,” said Lessess, short and hollow.

“Well make your outside beautiful, your inside ought to follow.”

They pull out their string measures, they pull out miles of cloth, they needle every inch of stitch, and cover up her swath. They show and lead her to the dressing room, they pull the curtain tight, they push on her so many gowns, to find the one that’s right.

Cyclops has to squeeze a little. Cyclops has to squeeze some more. Cyclops wears one set of clothes, she wears the whole dress store.

First she tries the wrong one. Then she tries the right. Forty eyes and forty mirrors enforce the sense of sight.

“I don’t like the way this looks at me or looks on me,” said Cyclops from her heart.

“I think you’re wrong as lawn and we are right as flight,” said Lessess acting smart.

“I don’t think this dress really selects me and reflects me,” said Cyclops with her mouth.

“I think it’s perfect as can be, as perfect as the sea” said Tessess North and South.

Cyclops is humming and hawing while Lessess and Tessess are oohing and awing. Cyclops is second guessing while Lessess and Tessess require only their own opinions. Cyclops is so unsure while the two dress goddesses show off their fabulous fashion confidence.

“You used to be a guy. How should you really know,” said Lessess or said Tessess, and this is enough to make Cyclops a little less so.

“If you say so, if you tell me, if you say so in this city. If you really do think it makes me look pretty,” said Cyclops in a dress of flower garden, in a dress of beg your pardon, in a dress of does it works, in a dress of a thousand quirks, in a dress of sunny weather, in a dress of false cow leather, in a dress of pleats and splashes, in a dress that bats your lashes, in a dress of length and windy, in a dress you might call cindy, in a dress of colors many, in a dress for a day that’s rainy, in a dress for a day any, in a dress for marge or annie.

She wears a dress from the big dress shop and watch the eyes turn, and watch the jaws drop, and watch the nostrils sniff, and watch the ears wiggle, and watch the arms reach, and watch the mouths eat a peach.

Cyclops does leave the dress shop after spending her surgery war pension, and look at her, you would never guess that she was a he, but she is sure walking in some shoes.

And what would Dingy Bahsome think of her in such a dress of color and of cloth?