16 -THE FRILL OF IT ALL!

Now, when the

more than anything in the world. chips were down, would I back out? I looked at the tender face, tears streaming down, the soft lovely hair that I had caressed so many times. I knew I would do anything for her. . .okay, even if it meant that I would have to surrender my masculinity for a week. Most students took the week off to prepare mid-term papers anyway. No one would miss me.

"Alright, Margaret, I'll try. I don't know whether it will work, but I'll try anything you want. I guess I just became Jackie."

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Drying her tears she said, “Oh Jack. .oops. Jackie, we'll make it work. Oh, I love you so much. To think that you'd even be a girl for me." She mischievously added, "My dad will love you. I bet you'll be better than ever.

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"Sure," was the only comment I could make.

Excitedly she headed for the closet, "Okay, young lady. We have a lot of things to do if you're going to meet my parents tomorrow.

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THE TRANSITION

The transition, while swift, was also through. We discussed what had to be done so that I would look genuine. This was up close and not on stage. We realized I would have to be completely flawless in appearance to convince them. This would mean sacrificing my stringy hair, eyebrows, leg hair and all else to look real.

We discarded the idea of the Follies' blonde wig, since her parents expected a demure, shy, country girl and not one with big city ideas. I would have to assume a feminine psyche; answer to my new name, identity, and assume the mannerisms of the shy, docile, and modest "Jackie" of Margaret's phone calls and letters.

I realized that somehow her joke was ON me this time. Physical changes were to come first. We figured that I would more likely think like a girl, if I looked like one. I took off the rest of my clothing, and while Margaret was putting them in the storage room with

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