18 -THE FRILL OF IT ALL!

the rest of my things, I took a bath.

With a sigh of regret and "How did I get into this situation?" going through my head, she showed me how to shave my body and legs until not a single masculine hair remained.

Stepping out of the bathroom, after applying feminine deodorant, I realized that not a single stitch of masculine attire was in the apartment for me to run to. I was on the road to being Jackie again.

I stepped into a pair of pink panties that Margaret had left me. When she returned, she gave me a long line girdle with a six inch waist cinch. I think we were both surprised at how the girdle molded my body into female curves. Nylons and a padded bra, and a tape job for cleavage followed. Then I put on a lacy slip and a housecoat.

Margaret took me back into the bathroom and seated me in front of the vanity mirror. Putting a towel around me, she began the most dramatic part of the transformation. She had been a beauty operator's assistant for three summers before college.

Under her deft hands, my shapeless locks got an official girls hair cut----complete with bangs and back parting. A set followed, using pin curls and rollers. When the operation was over and the rollers were removed, I had a girl's hair do; fluffy, femininely curled, tendrils by my ears, and puffy bangs to the edge of the eyebrows.

Looking carefully at my face she grimaced and reached into her make-up bag. Approaching with tweezers in hand, Margaret asked, "Do you mind? They need shaped."

I shook my head. I was in her hands. She began plucking hairs out of eyebrows until a towel was filled with the long hairs. Fearing I'd have none left, I complained, "Isn't that enough?"

"I'm shaping them and just trying to get them even." Margaret declared, "This will 'open' up your eyes making them more feminine."

When she was finished, I was afraid to look. When I did, I gasped, "You ruined them!"

With a great deal of ouches and yelps from

me,

she

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had succeeded in plucking my thick eyebrows to a graceful arched curves.

My hands went to my face to see if it was really me in the mirror. My pencil-thin eyebrows sat high above my astonished eyes. They were so girlish and expressive...just right for 'Jackie'!

Luckily, I have a very light beard, or I think that would have been plucked too. Then she applied light makeup, explaining the procedure, reminding me for my future use. We used light shadow and a pale pink lipstick with a sheer base. Much lighter than we did for the Follies.

About this time, I started getting the feeling of the whole thing again. It's much easier to think of yourself as a girl, when you see a fluffy feminine head peeking back at you in the mirror. Once the initial shock of the transformation wore off, I was quite pleased with my appearance. "Even I think I'm cute!" I said.

"Being too cocky will get you caught! But you are cute."

Margaret had continued to call me Jackie all through the transition and I was trying to respond to that name only. I think that if she had called me Jack, I would have looked at the girl in the mirror and wondered who she was talking to. The clothes reminded me of how I was to act. There was no forgetting the cool deliciousness of the lace on the hem of my slip, as it rubbed against my sensitive nylon clad legs.

"Jackie, you ready now. I think that I'll leave you to develop the rest of your personality and appearance. Why don't you go into your bedroom, and get dressed as you see fit. I'll start some dinner?"

I went in the bedroom, gliding nyloned feet over the carpet, and checked through the wardrobe that she had provided for me. I was aware of her wardrobe from the Follies and tried to remember what I looked good in.

It seemed quite natural, although amazing, that I put on a dress and high heels as if I had been doing it my whole life. IT WAS LIKE RIDING A BIKE! If there is anything like reincarnation, I must have been