Makeup done, Madison turned her full attention to her hair as Cindy carried the brushes back to keep Madison’s vanity clear and clean.
That was always the part that seemed to matter most.
Makeup could be adjusted later if she needed to. Lip gloss could be reapplied between classes. Mascara could be fixed with a mirror and a little patience. But hair had to start right. If it didn’t, the whole day felt off before it even began.
She stood from the vanity and moved to the mirror by her dresser, already running her fingers through the front sections as she assessed the damage from sleep.
“Okay,” she said, tilting her head slightly. “This is not tragic, but it’s close.”
From the vanity, Greg watched.
Her hair had held up better than most mornings. It still fell smoothly overall, but one side had flattened awkwardly against her cheek, and the ends had picked up a slight bend that disrupted the clean line she preferred.
She reached for her brush, paused, then glanced toward Cindy.
“Mom, brush.”
Cindy moved immediately.
The brush was nearly as long as her body. She had to plant both hands against the handle and lean into it just to get it moving. The bristles dragged slightly against the surface as she pushed, catching on a stray strand of hair before giving way. She adjusted her grip and continued, working it forward in short, controlled movements until it was within Madison’s reach.
Madison took it without looking.
Cindy stepped back, already preparing for whatever came next.
Madison ran the brush through her hair in quick, impatient strokes, pulling it down through the lengths and smoothing it into place. She checked one side, then the other, then leaned closer to the mirror.
“No,” she said after a few passes. “Still weird.”
She glanced toward Greg.
“Middle part or side part today?”
“Middle,” he said.
Madison nodded immediately. “Yeah. Obviously.”
She set the brush down and picked up a comb, using the pointed end to redraw the part with careful precision. The teeth followed, pulling each side neatly into place.
“Better,” she said, studying herself. “But the front still looks annoying.”
She reached for Cindy again, lifting her and placing her closer to the base of the mirror, near the tools she had started gathering. Clips, comb, spray bottle, smoothing cream, and the flat iron, still unplugged, its cord loosely coiled beside it.
“Clips,” Madison said.
Cindy turned and went to them.
Each clip was larger than her torso. She gripped one with both hands and dragged it across the surface, the plastic scraping faintly as it moved. It caught once on a ridge of leftover powder, forcing her to shift her angle and push again. By the time she got both clips into place, her arms were already starting to ache.
Madison took them and sectioned off the front of her hair, pinning part of it back before leaning in to check the effect.
“Do I need to straighten it, or am I overreacting?” she asked.
“A little,” Greg said. “Just the front.”
Madison pointed at him. “Exactly.”
Then, to Cindy, “Plug in the straightener.”
Cindy turned toward the cord.
It was thicker than she expected and coiled tightly. When she pulled, it resisted. She braced one foot against the base of the mirror and leaned back, using her full weight to shift it. The cord moved slowly, inch by inch, forcing her to stop and reset her grip more than once before she could drag it far enough.
By the time it reached the edge, her breathing had picked up.
Madison noticed just enough to step in.
“Okay, I’ve got it,” she said, plugging it in herself. Then she glanced down. “You can do the cream.”
She squeezed a small amount onto the vanity surface in front of Cindy. From Cindy’s perspective, it spread into a glossy mound, thick and faintly scented.
Madison lifted a section of her hair and held it down.
“Here.”
Cindy stepped forward and pressed her hands into the product. It coated her palms immediately, smooth and cool. She spread it between her fingers, then began working it into the strand of hair.
The motion was slow and deliberate. She had to move carefully, sliding her hands along the length, making sure the product spread evenly. The hair was soft, but the repetition made the task tiring. Each pass required control. Too much pressure would clump it. Too little would leave it uneven.
“More on the ends,” Madison said, watching herself in the mirror. “Not too much. I’m not trying to look greasy.”
Cindy adjusted, working the last bit through the tips until it lay flat and smooth.
“There,” Madison said. “Good.”
The word landed quietly, but it carried weight.
The straightener clicked as it heated.
Madison released the clipped section and let it fall, then paused again.
“Ponytail, half up, or down?” she asked Greg.
“Down.”
“With clips?”
“No.”
Madison nodded. “Yeah. That’s cleaner.”
She smiled faintly, then picked up the straightener and ran it through the front pieces in slow, controlled passes, smoothing out the bends until everything fell into place.
While she worked, Cindy didn’t stop.
“Clean that up,” Madison said absently.
Cindy turned back to the vanity. There were smears of cream, loose strands of hair, and a light dusting of powder from earlier. She took a tissue and wiped it away in careful strokes, gathering everything into a small fold before wiping again to restore the surface.
Then she returned the clips. The comb. The tube. Everything back where it belonged.
No acknowledgment.
Just the absence of correction.
Across from her, Greg remained near the mirror, still and included.
“Too flat?” Madison asked.
“No.”
“Too puffy here?”
“A little.”
She adjusted immediately.
“What about now?”
“Better.”
Madison smiled. “See? That’s why I keep you around.”
It was said lightly, almost joking.
But not entirely.
Cindy kept her focus on the task.
Madison leaned in one last time, fluffing the front pieces with her fingers before stepping back to let her hair settle over her shoulders.
“Okay,” she said, satisfied. “That’s cute.”
She reached down and picked Greg up, setting him lightly against her shoulder while she checked her reflection from another angle.
The motion was easy. Familiar. Unthinking.
“Mom,” she added, not looking away from the mirror, “put the brush back in the second drawer. Not that one. The other second drawer.”
Cindy obeyed.
Madison smiled at herself, pleased with how everything had come together.
Greg near her face.
Everything in place.
Everything working.
And Cindy, standing below with the last traces of product still slick against her hands, understood it again with quiet clarity.
Greg was brought into the moment.
Cindy was used to build it.
And Madison moved between those roles without ever questioning either on
Wether she’s abiding by Cindy’s ethos she could atleast say please or thank her for the littlest thing Cindy does…
The way Madison was brought up, it is more likely she would expect a thank you from Cindy.
idk why but part of me was expecting Cindy to get hurt in some way. i guess i want to see the reaction to something like that more than it actually happening.
I’d love to see how the Madison or McKenzie would react to a hurt Cindy? Now if Greg got hurt he would be babied for ages…. He is after all the favourite parent and little
It would be very procedural. Taken to vet. Followed instructions. You need to
Be more careful. Now you can’t work for x time.
Depending on the injury Madison could drop her off with charity or Trina. To
Handle care while she is at school and stuff.
Forcing Cindy to have to listen to Evan and Brooklyn.
Greg would be 100% babied. Madison would probably stay home from school as would McKenzie. It would be a defcon 5’situation. He would want for very little as he is nursed back to health. Trina or charity would come to him to care for and help out. When mads and kenz had to go back to school
So far she hasn’t gotten hurt. She’s not doing anything she can’t handle. She is bigger and stronger then Greg.
I kind of wish both male and female were 3 inches tall so that Greg and Cindy could be even.
I like the opposite size and attitude of little women & men than humans. It’s fun to hear how their society runs different
🙂
that’s good. it only crossed my mind when she plugged in the curler lol i was thinking “oh dude what happens if madison sets it down and cindy brushes up against that on accident” lol i wouldn’t want her or greg to get hurt, but seeing how either madison or kenzie would behave if either of their parents were sick or hurt would be interesting.
Madison babying Greg by keeping him in a safer spot lol
He shouldn’t be anywhere near there as her father! You should delete that photo
I’m sorry it offended you, this is how aAI did the pic when I told it to hide him. I’m trying to delete it but I don’t know how
A) I think Greg is in a nice spot & I hope he goes to school with Madison & has fun with her friends with out the weird Cindy stuff.
B ) I think Cindy is doing what she preached what littles should do but at least should get a back pet and a thanks or good job to not be cruel like big Cindy. Madison needs to be better than Big Cindy was.
B)you nailed it. She doesn’t get a pet because under Cindy teachings why would you reward a little for doing there job. Meeting expectations. You don’t get praised for coming to work with on time. For doing the job you were hired for.
So why would Madison praise Cindy for doing what she is supposed to do. This is her job and purpose in life. The bare minimum.
A) Greg is in a much better spot than Cindy. His part isn’t all that bad.
1) “But hair had to start right. If it didn’t, the whole day felt off before it even began.” Priorities
2) “Plug in the straightener.” sounds like a difficult task for Cindy, straight up physically impossible for Greg.
3) “Okay, I’ve got it,” she said, plugging it in herself. Then she glanced down. “You can do the cream.” Didn’t think that sounded doable
4) “Cindy stepped forward and pressed her hands into the product. It coated her palms immediately, smooth and cool. She spread it between her fingers, then began working it into the strand of hair “ sounds reasonable
5) ““See? That’s why I keep you around.” she is listening to him more this chapter
6) “Greg was brought into the moment. Cindy was used to build it. And Madison moved between those roles without ever questioning either one.” And yet Greg still deserves better.
1) top madison priority and that tickles down to the underlings or in this case her parents. So its their top priority. As when she is happy they can be happy. Its much harder to be happy when she is upset, annoyed or displeased. Not impossible but more difficult. A trait i feel like are in alot of women.
2) As cindy would said difficult is not possible. She would also say how this is a luxury to be able ot perform these tasks in exchange for things like shelter, food, water, home, love, care, etc. If a little is to good for the job i guess they must be to good for the benefits that go along with it. Cindyism 101.
3) Its doable but madison is also impatient as her time in the morning is short as she has to be at school. So if cindy cant do it quick enough she will just do it to not waste the time. If its not a before school situation she would just wait for her to do it.
4) messy for cindy but its a reasonable ask. CIndy doing the labor she perscribed to millions of other littles
5) yeah, i mean its just opinion based. if its a good idea she uses it if its not she doesnt. She isnt actually trying to show malice or meannesss she just asking his thoughts.
6) His role isnt that bad in this in my opinion. out of all things he could be doing its pretty reasonable.
1) Very common woman trait
2) Daily reminder Cindy can go fuck herself
3) I See
4) Sounds fair
6) But this is not his whole life.
I think it would be fun for Madison to take Greg’s cloths off & wash him, put new clothes on him & do his hair up like she used to with her dolls when she played with Greg as a Kid. That I can see as a fun father daughter time because it would remind them of their fun past together.