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MOTHER'S NEW DAUGHTER

Sidney's flimsy high heels and nylons!

Mother got out a piece of paper and started writing. She turned to me and waved me off. "Don't you worry, you'll be perfect!"

I stared at her meekly and left, asking myself, "Did I really agree to dress up and pass myself off as a girl?"

Mom must have had a very serious talk with Sidney and his mother. Neither said a word nor made a glance or gesture that would give me the slightest chance to back out of my bargain. It was all so matter-of-fact; I was going to suddenly be a girl.

GETTING READY...

I have plenty to tell about the vacation itself, so I won't waste words on the weeks of my training. By the time the vacation approached, everyone was so excited about my transformation.

There was no backing out now. I have been a joint project of the three. The goal----feminization.

I argued from the start that I didn't need to wear all that frilly stuff that Sidney wore, but my rationale fell on deaf ears. I could pass fairly well for a young coed, but Sidney quickly pointed out that with proper padding and makeup, I could pass for a young woman.

Since I'd been taking the hair growing pills, my whole body was different. Rounder and softer.

I joined into the spirit of the challenge and didn't protest much after that. Everyone was determined that I should be a real lady. As I began to understand what it all meant, I wasn't sure I wanted to back out.

All the hair was shaved off my legs, chest, and underarms. I even got my hair done. I learned to walk and sit as a girl. Speaking was a bit of a problem. Eventually, I found that a distinctly feminine inflection came to my voice if I talked softly.

Through Sidney's artistry, I was introduced to perfume, face powder, eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow, false eyelashes, and lipstick. I wore lingerie including, padded bras and girdles, panties, slips, nylons, and slinky nightgowns. I began to know quite well jewelry, nail polish, and every dress, skirt, and blouse Sidney and I owned. I even learned

SANDY THOMAS ADV. -43

Every night for three weeks, I would get dressed with the help of mother. Even in a tight dress, nylons

and high heels, I had a lot to learn!