my hair and tied a scarf around it.

My face was no problem as hundreds of times in the past I had made it up. I carefully plucked my brows. Nothing exotic just enough to look very femin- ine. I applied pancake make-up, powder, lipstick and a touch of pencil to my eyebrows. Trying not to over-

do it but to obtain a natural look.

After putting on my lace trimmed panties and slip

I went to my closet. I chose a pink gingham day dress and a pair of white flatties. I looked in the mir- ror and beheld a reasonably pretty girl of about 24 or 25 stared back at me.

I took a long, long look and said aloud, "I dub thee Julie Silvestri"

I started to shake all over and had to catch hold of a chair to prevent myself from falling. At last I had started on my long conceived plan.

I

I tripped very carefully into the kitchen and set about making a pot of coffee. I sat in the dining nook while the coffee perked and just day dreamed. My mind turned to thoughts of all those little phrases which had been denied to my use until now and yet from here on would become a part of my language. said aloud in the high voice I had practiced so long, "Isn't it darling"? and "Oh, it is just too adorable". I said these and others over and over. I sat and ate toast and had my coffee. Then I set about straighening the house. It was now shortly after noon on the first day and I knew that my first trip into the outside world had to be made. I had purchased some groceries but now I needed a goodly supply.

I removed my dress and shoes and carefully re- made my face. I combed out my hair and was pleas- antly surprised at the way it had turned out. I select- ed a brown print dress and beige heels. I carefully placed my money, lipstick, handkerchief and sundries in my purse. I clipped on small gold earrings and my Princess wrist watch and went into the livingroom. I sat on the edge of the couch and started to find a

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