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The two girls helped me slip into the stunning brassiere. the aunt adjusted the straps, Helen and I were rapturous. It fit snugly, and gave me just the profile I needed.

That was how our tennis twosome started. With the aid of her aunt, it wasn't long before Helen was buying me all kinds of pretty feminine clothes. But what we both liked most was a tennis outfit I wore which was an exact match of Helen's--white pleated skirt and

all.

"Too bad we two girls can't play tennis together," I said. Helen's aunt thought for a moment.

"Let's experiment," she said.

So I was fitted for a wig. On the day it arrived, Helen and her aunt shaved my legs and arms. After I put on my tennis dress, they added some makeup. A crimson lipstick completed my girlishness.

I was so perfect that Helen almost swooned with joy. That very day, we played tennis together on a public court. I found that playing in a skirt gave me an added freedom of movement, and my game improved tremendously. Helen and her aunt urged me to enter the local women's singles tournament. I was nervous beforehand, but as soon as I got on the courts in my pretty curls and pink sneakers, I became calm. I reached the finals in the tournament. Then disaster occurred! One of my shoulder straps broke when I made a difficult return on the tennis court! I was sure my lovely figure would be ruined, and was so concerned that I lost the next set. But Helen's aunt saved the day. From somewhere she procured a needle and thread, and during the brief rest period, she sewed the pink ribbon back to the lace bodice. I went back on the court, and won the tournament without losing another game.

The rest is sports history. I went on to win championship after championship, and rapidly rose to the top. So as I said be- fore, I have no regrets as I look back. True, I might have won the men's championship at Forest Hills. But why should I regret that? After all, I did win the women's championship, wearing a pink chem- ise.

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