After I had undressed I put on the prettiest of the new gowns, pale blue satin, trimmed with hand-run lace, I slipped into the neg- ligee, put on the mules, and replacing the wig took out the pins and combed the hair down about my shoulders. Then I went into let Mother see me. She was delighted, and after kissing me, said, "Davy you look sweet as can be. Any man would instantly fall in love with you if he could see you that way." Even this remark did- n't embarrass me as it would have a few days before--I was acquir- ing a feminine outlook and attitude toward life. She and I gossip- ed while she combed out her hair, then I went to bed to sleep won- derfully in my dainty gown.

All the rest of the week I wore feminine clothes and by Friday when we went to the theatre with Frances, my ears were sufficiently healed for me to wear my new earrings. During the intermissions I was introduced to several persons whom I already knew, and was proud indeed when I received several compliments on my beige gown. The se encounters were always thrilling, and each time I passed inspection my ego was further inflated.

For almost another week I remained in dresses, then one morn- ing decided to wear my own clothing. It felt horribly coarse and strange, and suprisingly, I even missed my corset. Mother, true to her promise, didn't say a word, but Sue, and later Frances, both expressed their disapproval in no uncertain terms. Frances, when asked to stay for dinner, refused unless I changed--so I gave in. As I was lacing my corset Frances knocked, and coming in said she would help. I cheerfully agreed, for it was always a struggle to lace myself tight enough. on my petticoat and the wig and combed it out. comb my hair carefully the tight fitting wig.

She soon had me pulled in, and as I put black and white silk suit, she took up the When I sat down in front of her she had to back to keep it from bulking too large under We wore our hair long in those days, and in addition I had not had a haircut since I embarked on my feminine career. I remarked that I must get it cut as it was in the way and also uncomfortable under the wig, but she requested that I put it off for a few days as she had an idea. I asked what it was but only got shushed for my pains.

The next time we went to Frances's, I wore my old favorite and most becoming outfit--the salmon suit. When we had taken our things off Frances took me upstairs--sat me down at her dressing table, and removed my wig. I asked, "Did I do such a horrible job

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