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"Get used to it dear, it's a part of your beauty routine from now on. You'll have to do it, or get it done by someone else, every couple of weeks or so. It won't be so hard the next time because then it will just be a touchup," his mother explained as she kept up her work. In fifteen minutes she appeared satisfied with her efforts. Alan's eyebrows were now much slimmer and with a delicate arch that"opened up his eyes.'

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"There...that's better," Karen Taylor said as she picked up an eyebrow pencil. She began to stroke the dark color onto Alan's eyebrows highlighting their shape even more. Next she outlined Alan's eyes with eyeliner, followed by eyeshadow. With each step she instructed Alan in what and why she was doing it.

He listened intently, quite fascinated by the transformation he was witnessing. Foundation followed by powder and blush completed his make-up except for the lipstick. A deep red was picked by Mrs. Taylor as she figured why not use something dramatic for his first time.

Finally, Alan was asked to blot the lipstick on a tissue. He stared in awe as his mother carefully removed his plastic shower cap which had been on all this time. With brush and comb she began to transform his hair into the Gibson Girl of the day before.

This time Alan watched carefully as she backcombed, sprayed and pinned up his hair into the exceedingly feminine hairdo. With the last bobby pin in place, his mother stepped out to her room for a moment and then returned with a black satin hairbow with white lace trim. This had a barrette type clip which she attached just behind the chignon at the top of his head.

"Oh, you look sweet!" Mrs. Taylor finally gushed. "Stand up and come into my bedroom so that you can look at yourself in the full-length mirror.'

Walking somewhat cautiously on the unfamiliar height of the shoes he was wearing, Alan followed her into her bedroom. A floor-to-ceiling mirror took up one half of a wall beside her walk in closet. She led her son by the hand to stand in front of the mirror. The total picture made his knees weak.

"My god! Is that me?" Alan gasped as he stared at the tall, French Maid with the shapely legs, puffy petticoats, pouted lips and classic Gibson Girl hairdo.

"That's you...and I believe you can pull this off after all,' Alan's mother said partially in awe and partially proud of her

handiwork.

The day was quite exhausting for both of them as Alan was required to change clothes at least a dozen times. He could hardly believe the number of uniforms that Mrs. Richardson had insisted upon for her housekeeper. There were short-skirted and long-skirted outfits in a rainbow of colors. There were an equally broad range of accessories and shoes to go with the outfits. Finally, it was nearly

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Alan was going to have to learn to do his own make-up. Even he was amazed at the difference in his appearance!

ten o'clock when Alan's mother announced that they were done for the day.

"I think we've tried on most everything we needed to," she said as she hung up a navy blue jumper style apron on a hanger. “I'm going to have to buy you a complete set of lingerie because we can't go on sharing just mine.'

"My very own lingerie?" Alan chuckled. "Who would have imagined that I'd ever be the proud owner of a brassiere?"

"I also think that we will have to go shopping and get you some street clothes tomorrow evening. You don't want to go grocery shopping in a uniform do you?"

"Oh, yeah...I forgot about that," Alan said with a resigned sigh. To bolster himself, he thought, "$750 bucks a week, $750 bucks a week."