bed and shortly he found himself envelped in layer after layer of stiff net and taf feta petticoats. Tears came to his eyes as he looked in the mirror to discover that reached only mid-thigh.

"Josie, must I wear these ridiculously short undies?" he inquired.

"Your aunt gave me explicit instructions as to what you were to wear this afternoon. If you have any complaints, I suggest you direct them to her.

He winced as she fitted him into a childish, high-waisted pink chiffon frock, then arranged a wide baby blue sash about his narrow waist, fashioning the ends in a huge bow at the back,

Gerald's hairpiece with its blonde tresses cascading down over his shoulders was placed on his head, and a huge baby blue taffeta hairribbon was tied to it.

As a crowning indignity, Josie gave him a little doll to carry, one dressed in identical fashion to him. It was bad enough to have to wear girls' clothes, but these utterly childish garments were too crushing to his male ego.

"Master Gerald, please walk over to

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