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however, as Mrs. Vickers placed her hands on her hips and observed. "I swear, I just can't believe it. If I were AND seeing Orville for the first time right now, nobody, yes, nobody, could convince me that he isn't a girl and hea looks as young as you do, Barbara". "Why, when I suggested that we try to make him look like a 17 or 18 year old girl I never dreamed he would look like this." This brought a flush of annoyance to Barbara's cheeks. Mrs. Vickers went on "In Hilda's clothes he did look like a clod, a clumsy, frowsy woman but now, I am sure you will not have to worry about taking him around with you, Barbara. Nobody is going to ask any questions. He looks so amaz- ingly different!! I can't get over it I know what we'll do. Grandfather Vickers doesn't know anything about this. Orville, you will go up to his room and pretend that you walked into it by mistake. Say that you are a girl friend of Barbara's and get him into a conversation. Raise your voice several pitches higher. Under no circumstances will you tell him that you are Orville! I'll be standing just outside the door listening, so you'd better do as I say!" "But why, mother?" asked Dora. "Father knows Orville and he's certain to recognize him. Why go through this silly regamarole"? "Because I don't think your father WILL re- cognize him - and I want to find out if Orville actually looks as much like a young girl as I think he does. Orville, what are you waiting for"?

Like Achilles when he found himself in the garb of a maiden, I was disturbed internally. I felt that I had entered a new world, a sort of new existance - in the world of women. Be- fore this, I had regarded myself as only disguised as a woman; now, I felt as though this matter had become very serious and as I walked along towards Mr. Vickers' room, the long blonde curls swinging down my neck, my tight skirt bind- ing my thighs and the strange awareness of the fullness and softness of my bosom - a deep impression was made on my men- tality. Unconsiously, I began to walk with shorter steps and before I got to the door of my father-in-law's room, I was swinging my hips and swaying my bottom, quite without conscious volition. Opening his door without knocking, I walked up to his bed and pretended confusion when I saw