Home Journal, Goodhousekeeping, and the like, or fashion magazines. No newspapers, not even a Readers' Digest or TIME. He shrugged, reached haphazardly into the pile, and retrieved a Cosmopolitan.

"Wow, if Helen Gurley Brown could see me now!" He chuckled to himself as he turned the pages, barely looking at them. His thought wonderingly about how these women had, in the passed few weeks, gotten him to act and look so much like a girl. His high-school friends would have been astonished, if they had recognized him, sitting here under a hair drier in a beauty parlor with a head full of curlers. And his clothes! A white ruffled blouse with three-quarter sleeves, tight smooth white slacks, the line of his girdle showing, along with the obvious lack of any prominent masculine bulge beneath, white socks, and low heeled white nurses shoes (Judy's latest addition to his wardrobe). About the only things that they had not gotten him into, Chris decided, were pantihose, skirts, make-up, and earrings. He wondered which was next, realizing that, based on his progress through this clinic's unique form of education (at least in his case), there was certainly more to come. And how did he feel about it? He could not decide.

Mattie tapped Chris gently on the shoulder after she shut off the unit and pulled it clear of his head. "Time's up, Chrissy."

"Huh?" he jumped, discovering he had dozed under the soothing warmth of the blower.

They returned to her 'station' and Chris sat while she removed the prickly rollers and brushed out his hair before turning him to see the results in the double mirrors. The pageboy style curled up just above his shoulders, tickling his neck and ears, and the bangs were cut just above his eyebrows.

"Oh dear! I never realized my hair was that long, he exclaimed softly, while noticing that Mattie had also lightened the previous dark brown.. Now it was a sandy tone and she had added some subtle blonde highlights. The lighter color along with the style also seemed to soften and smooth his facial features too.

To himself Chris noted, "That definitely is NOT a man's hairstyle or color. Damn!"

But Mattie's expression of satisfaction and approval was not worth arguing with. "You have lovely thick hair, Chrissy. I'll give you some of

our shampoo and conditioner, along with a supply of curlers and pins. It will all be charged to your payroll account, of course," she beamed. He said not another word as she filled a large box with the items, including a brush which she instructed him to use regularly.

He left as quickly as he could, always conscious of the swish of the new hairdo against his forehead and neck. It was still almost two hours before the end of his normal workday so Chris headed straight for the office, albeit with considerable apprehension.

Mary greeted him warmly and gave him a critical locking over. "You look marvelous, Chrissy. Now you have to take care of it." And she proceded to instruct him at length on the care and maintenance of his new head, how to wash, set (which she volunteered to help him do for the first few times), and the correct brushing method. And her use of his 'other' name didn't escape Chris notice either, something she had never done before!

"..and you should have it reset at Mattie's at least once a week, and re-permed once a month." Chris absorbed her instructions somewhat sullenly, again wondering what was next?

At the tennis match that night, Tracy and