The effect of the sunbonnets and pull-overs had been nothing compared to this. They had merely made us appear childishly feminine, but this outfit gave him a soft, overdressed, delicate appearance that only baby girls can get. His eyes were glazed over in a look of dependent hopelessness. As it was, I could only gape in awe at what momma had done. Momma had put one on the new sunbonnets on his head to cover his lack of hair. The stiff crinoline skirt puffed out to his sides and made no pretense of covering the matching plastic rumba panties momma had put over his diapers. Nothing he ever dressed in or even fantasized had made him appear as sweetly petite as he did now.