52 TV FICTION CLASSICS

Under the hairdryer, Alan read a woman's magazine. It suddenly was of interest to him-the make-up tips, hair care, styles. Alan was lost in a turmoil of thoughts and discoveries. He had been wearing women's clothes for several weeks now but was now preparing for his date by sitting under a hairdryer with his long hair set in rollers.

His thought went to that elegant dress that Cindy said he simply must have. He didn't really resist, of course, she obviously got a thrill out of seeing him dressed this way.

For Cindy, he wanted the clothes, hairstyle, make-up, everything to look like a pretty girl.

Alan's mass of tight, ringlet-shaped curls began to be carefully brushed out by Ann. As she moved up the back and sides of his head, his hair turned into a delicious mass of curls and ringlets. His reflection was fascinating. "It looks so feminine!" he gushed almost girlishly.

"Because you are becoming so feminine!" Ann said bursting with joy at her handy work. "And I'm not through yet."'

Alan was speechless as Ann continued to put refinements on his appearance.

Sitting Alan before the mirror Ann transformed his eyes with mascara, eyebrow pencil and eyeshadow into that of a sophisticated, attractive young lady. Blush gave his cheeks a healthy flush. Outlining his lips with a small brush, Ann finished by brushing on a dark lip color.

Preparing for his first date

They went through the closets and narrowed down their search to two possibilities, both revealing. The dress was silk, the finest soft silk Alan had ever seen. He had trouble understanding why such a dress could cost $280.00 but that's how much of his hard earned money he spent. He groaned, thinking, there's another week I'll have to work.

It was a tight sheath dress with a high side slit designed to reveal a lot of smooth leg. The bodice was cut to show cleavage-even with his newly created pushed up "breasts", Alan wasn't sure he wanted a low-cut dress. The neckline had a heart shaped collar and buttoned up the back. The sexy dress revealed his chest to an extent he'd never dared before-or was proper in the hotel.

The whole dress was modern, something one would expect to see on any young lady out on a special dress. . .but he was a boy! Alan listened to his mother's recommendations on what would compliment the outfit.

"Bright red nail polish and lipstick will show Cindy that you are willing to be as much woman as she wants," his mother said fixing his dark eye make-up.

Alan blushed, "I'm so nervous about going out like this with Cindy. I don't know how to act?"

HAIR TODAY, GOWN TOMORROW -53 "Act sweet and feminine...show her that you can be her girl-if that's what she wants."

"I'll try," he said. This made Alan redden in the cheeks.

As Alan waited for Cindy to pick him up, he watched himself in the mirror. His pink tipped fingers touched at his hair neatly pinned up. His hair swept up on top of his head and the back of his neck bare except for the tendrils of curls that floated about his face. Long jade, dangling earrings gold wires clinched through his pierced ear lobes.

His mother said again, "You look nice-just go and have fun!" The wind was blowing viciously outside. Alan worried. He would have to hold his hair and skirt AND his evening purse didn't have a handle. He would be a mess by the time he got to Cindy's

car.

Cindy was dressed in black tux pants and a silk tailored blouse. After introductions, Cindy opened the door and Alan made his way to the car. Clutching his purse under his arm, one hand in his hair and squeezing his short skirt between his thighs, he waddled quickly to the car.

Once in the car, Cindy laughed, "You are just so sweet. Move over next to me." Alan found himself sitting in the middle like a girl would, his short skirt showing a lot of smooth leg. She asked, "Comfortable?"

"I guess," Alan said, then softly asked, "Will you ever go out with me as a man?"

"I doubt it," Cindy matter-of-factly. "As a man you are a bit wimpy but I adore the way you look now. You turn me on." She looked directly into Alan's eyes with a virile probing look that brought a flush to Alan's cheeks. She smiled and added, "How'd you like to MY girl?"

Alan heart pounded as he felt his curls bobbing about his face as he nodded agreement. He said, "I'll try."

"That's my girl," Cindy said enthusiastically putting her arm over Alan's shoulder, "My parents are away...we're going over to my house and make you forget you were ever a boy."

Cindy wasn't at all bothered by Alan's stiff, protruding maleness, which brushed her own peignoir as this soft, sweet smelling nighty floated down over Alan's upraised arms. Cindy was so sweet as she encouraged Alan into that pretty, light blue nightgown of hers that Alan quickly melted.

Cindy adjusted it, giving it little tugs here and there until she had it just right. "It's so pretty on you," she said, fussing with the loose, filmy sleeves, and twice she kissed Alan's hair while she adjusted the shoulder straps of the nighty.

Taking Alan to the vanity, Cindy said, "Now, just be brave, darling. This simply has to be done."