had to laugh because, of course, they weren't used to it. But then, as I went through my act and we discussed how to improve on it the boys and girls alike were very serious and worked with me. You see? The magic had worked--they were used to my new appearance in just a few minutes. A note here: the more care you take in your appearance, the more fully and quickly you are accepted. The girls were actually curious of how attractive my legs looked in stockings and high heels--they weren't ridiculing me any more. And when they spoke of my act after the show, it was referring to how good I looked. So girls, take pains in your dress and makeup.

I suppose triumph went a little to my head and it wasn't long after that that I borrowed a girl's fur coat and walked a few blocks alone, this time in a dramatic black wig with below shoulder length hair. I received two whistles, and a young man in a car stopped, wanting to take me for a ride. Maybe it was the teetering 4" red heels, my legs, or my hair, I don't know, but a minute later as I had coffee in a restaurant another man asked me to join his table and have a meal with him.

To all these offers I shook my head and smiled sweetly and successfully warded these wolves off. But inside me I was scared in case I was picked up against my will. This feeling was strong- er than the warm feeling of being flattered. Men are such wolves! A nice girl can't even go out alone without being bothered by some types.

Irene-Canada

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