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His mother watched him and said, "Of course, I'll loan you the money then you pay me back out of your salary, okay?"

Alan nodded. How much could a few pieces of lingerie cost? $30.00?

"Now go and shampoo your hair. I'll set it for you tonight. I want it to look good for your first day on the job."

"Oh no! You're kidding! I'm pooped, can't I skip that tonight?" Alan pleaded dreading the need to toss and turn on those rollers ail night.

"Comes with the territory of being a 'young lady'!" His mother teased him as she pointed toward the bathroom to get him moving.

Alan was surprised to find one of his mother's long flannel nightgowns waiting for him when he came out of the shower. She must have sneaked into the bath and switched it for his old pajamas. He was too tired to worry about it so he dried off, wrapped a towel around his hair turban style and pulled the nightgown over his body.

It felt pleasantly cozy. In fact, the loose material was more comfortable that the usual pajamas he wore. He did have a couple of nightshirts, so this garment wasn't that much out of the ordinary.. .was it?

"I though that the nightgown might be more comfortable and keep you in character' for the work day ahead," Karen Taylor explained as she motioned Alan to the vanity bench in his room.

Twenty minutes later Alan's mother tied a black hairnet over his curlers.

"We have to get up at 5:30 tomorrow to get ready and be at work by 7:00," she said as she turned off the lights and left her exhausted son to fall into a much needed sleep, curlers and all.

He kept returning to his mother's final words, "If you get through work tomorrow, we'll buy you a complete supply of pretty panties, garter belts, brassieres and a couple pretty, frilly nighties and shoes with nice high heels. You are going to have a beautiful wardrobe all your own!"

Alan tried to focus on the money to go to sleep but the JOB kept invading his thoughts. Feeling his smooth hairless legs rub together, he worried...about everything.

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HAIR TODAY, GOWN TOMORROW -41 Chapter 7

Amanda Richardson was unexplainably excited on Sunday evening. When she had originally went to visit the Taylor's it was for a lark. She was genuinely intrigued with the idea that Alan, a boy she had known since he was knee high, could dress to look like a young

woman.

The need to replace Marguerite was nagging her, and she had been contemplating promoting Karen, but once she saw Alan things crystallized in her mind. She was truly happy to have Karen in the new position and she felt sinfully excited at the prospect of having Alan take his mother's place.

When Amanda awoke in her hotel's penthouse where she lived, she was pleased to hear Karen AND Alan's voices downstairs in it's kitchen. Had he really accepted this deal?! Quickly, she pulled on her silk robe and slippers. The smell of fresh coffee was wafting up the stairs. She hurried down to the kitchen area.

"Good morning, Mrs. Richardson," Karen Taylor said cheerily as Amanda entered the kitchen.

"Good morning," Alan said as he poured a cup of coffee into the delicate China cup intended for his employer.

"Good morning. . .ladies," Mrs. Richardson said as she took in the sight of Alan in his uniform. He looked marvelous, really quite beyond her initial expectations. His mother must have really been working on him yesterday!

Alan was wearing a crisply-ironed, navy blue uniform which was of a shirt-waist design with a skirt reaching to just below the knees. The long sleeves ended in white lace cuffs which matched the lace collar and lace trim around the hem of his dress. A white lace pinafore style apron was tied over the skirt. The apron was tied in the back with a big, puffy bow.

Alan's legs were encased in very sheer navy blue stockings that clearly showed his hairless, silky skin. Dark blue pumps on two inch heels were appropriately conservative to go with his uniform.

"Well, well. Come closer so that I can have a look at you," Mrs. Richardson said motioning to Alan. Alan put the cup and saucer down and stepped in front of her.

"The uniform fits you well," she commented as she looked him over more closely. She saw that he was wearing well-applied, subtle cosmetics including a medium red lipstick which matched the nail polish on his still boyish fingernails. Karen had attached a pair of simple, blue, clip-on, button earrings on her son.

Alan's hair was combed out and backcombed into a perfect bouffant with wispy bangs and dainty curls pulled forward onto his cheeks and over his ears. Lots of aromatic hair spray held the style firmly in place. A cute, little, navy blue maid's cap was pinned at the top of his hairdo. Mrs. Richardson was ecstatic at the quality of his transformation!