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about your hair. Two hours!"

We shaved and felt amazed at the feeling of nakedness. Without hair, Lee's body almost looked like a young girls. His hips were a little big for a boy. I also had a soft appearance; probably because I didn't have many muscles and didn't play sports. Our hair was on the longish side; probably another reason we were chosen. Then again, anyone could wear a wig.

Lee said, "Can you help me with this?" He stood there, (clad only in pink panties), wrestling with a pink padded bra. He couldn't get it hooked behind his back. As he turned his back, I couldn't help noticing how feminine his hips looked in the panties.

He helped me with my bra, then slapped me on the rump, "Great ass, girl!" We put on the white pleated skirts, tight angora sweaters, bobby socks and girls sneakers.

We both felt naked as we left the room. A crowd of the brothers whistled and made comments. To our surprise, they whisked us out the back door into a waiting car. We crossed town and stopped at a closed beauty parlor's back door.

"What's this all about?" I asked.

"Just some professional help on make up and hair." Inside, Ralph introduced us to David's mother, Mrs. Brown, who owned the dress shop next door and had arranged with the owner of the beauty shop to open for us. Mrs. Brown's late husband had been a Chi Pi Pi brother and she attended all our functions and generously donated money towards the running of the fraternity house. Four young beauty operators gathered around. Each took notes as they stared at our faces and hair.

While Lee and I changed into smocks, the girls conferred with Ralph and Mrs. Brown. We couldn't hear what they were saying, but Ralph and the other guys started to chuckle.

The girls surrounded us and started washing our hair and filing our nails. They put a relaxing mask over our eyes so we couldn't see what was happening. Several hours went by, and except it wasn't uncomfortable until they started plucking my eyebrows.

"Ouch," I screamed. "Please, not too much."

"You even sound like a girl when you complain," the operator said. "I know it hurts a little... but think of how attractive you'll be when their gone. Now you know what we girls have to go through to look attractive."

Then they took us into an area without mirrors and

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applied makeup. The brothers stayed outside at the owners request. After dressing in our cheerleaders outfits they brought us a mirror and allowed us to see each other.

My mouth dropped. Lee looked convincingly like a teenage girl with his hair lightened and permanently curled. Light teenage makeup with pink lipstick that matched the new long permanent acrylic nails they had applied. He shook his head and his curly hair danced around his neck.

The first shock was that our delicately arched eyebrows gave us a permanently girlish expression to our faces. Nancy, one of the operators said, "Don't worry about the eyebrows, later we'll give you some pencils to fill them out. She giggled then added, "If you want, we could tie a lovely ribbon in your hair. Girls love attractive hairdos!" Lee and I turned crimson red.

We looked at each other in disbelief. He was attractive as a girl. My mirror also reflected femininity. My hair had also been cut not just combed into a girls hairstyle. The color was also different though darker then Lee's.

Nancy went to the outer salon and announced, "Gentlemen, the new cheerleader mascots of CHI PI PI." When we walked in, the boys went berserk, not in a nasty way, but telling us how beautiful we looked, etc.

Ralph turned to Mrs. Brown and said, "I think this is going to work."

"You haven't seen anything yet," Mrs. Brown said. "For the rest of the weekend until we take the pictures, you are all to treat Chris and Lee as girls, understand?"

"Hey, I thought we were taking pictures tonight," I asked.

"No," replied Ralph. "Not until Sunday. I figured we needed that much time to get you guys together. Guess I was wrong, you both look adorable. Well, you now have two days to get even better."

Mrs. Brown said, "Let's go next door and get a few more outfits. Now boys, walk this way." Lee and I followed her to the dress shop next door, both of us trying to walk with a sexy wiggle, the way she did.

At the dress shop, we were measured and each given an entire wardrobe: cheerleading outfits, street clothes and lingerie. These clothes fit us better than the ones we wore to the shop. We now owned everything a college coed would have in her wardrobe.

I promised to return the clothes on Monday.

Mrs. Brown said, "Keep them or give them to your sisters. They're old stock. You boys should always wear