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Nervous days, those first few, but wonderfully thrill- ing as well. I lived in heaven from morning till night loving every minute of it. I was constantly conscious of my femininity and worked as hard as I could to appear and act wholly naturally. With Mother and Sis to help it was surprising how quickly I began to feel at ease. My voice didn't give any trouble, neither did the mannerisms, but I did have difficulty with the walk and physical movements of a girl. After several days of concentrating on it to no seeming avail Mother had a wonderful inspiration Again taking me downtown she bought for me a pair of brown and white spectator pumps with the highest possible heels-- even higher than those on her black pumps I had worn the first few times

Though these new pumps were much too dressy for my blouse and skirt, they went gery well with my two piece linen and the chambray But the important thing about them was the effect the heels had on my walk, Though ridicu- lously high for a girl of my age I wore nothing else for a few days One cannot stride in shoes like that, running is impossible unless one throws one's feet out, and be fore one knows it mincing steps are wholly natural

Aunt Julia had been following my transformation with a great deal of interest, and scarcely a day went by that she didn't ask me over and other than Mother she was my most enthusiastic advocate. Her life was so restricted that any change as unusual as the one I was making held a vast interest for her. Tool at her house, without the restricting presence of Dad and Sis I could relax more than I could at home acting out my femininity far more than I dared in the other's presence.

Dad of course, was anything but mollified, but I Mother and continued our pretense--she the experimenter I the victim--for all it was worth so that his objections were of little or no effect.

Then came the wonderful news, Dad, going to Chicago on business, asked the rest of us to go too. A vacation there was always thrilling and is and I could think of