said, "You look better than lots of women I have seen around here. Take a look in the mirror and let me know what you think of the new you. " She then put the brown- ette wig on my head, arranged it, and directed me to- ward the mirror. The picture that I saw of myself was startling. Except for posture, the illusion of an attrac- tive woman was revealed. If I had not known better, I would have believed myself a woman, larger than most but still fairly attractive.

"Fran, this is working out better than I thought, but there is something else we can do to improve this new you. even more, provided you are willing.

"What do you mean, I replied, "I think I look pretty good for a big man -erah, I mean--woman.

"Fran, the hair on your chest shows thru the V- neck of your shirtwaist dress and your legs are a bit hairy for a woman, don't you think?"

We agreed, after almost no hesitation on my part, to shave these areas after lunch. We had been so engrossed in the transformation of Frank to Fran that we had skipped breakfast and had not been aware of the passage of time. We ate a light lunch of cot- tage cheese, fresh fruit, and black coffee since Vickie was not a big eater and had not been prepared for a guest. I enjoyed the feel of my new clothes and was grateful that my makeup hid what I felt must be blush- ing from my new friend. After lunch, I removed the hair from those parts of my body that showed, donned a fresh pair of nylons which I attached to the garters of the waist cinch holding it more firmly in place. Vickie presented me with a white pearl choker and matching earrings which I put on, and with her dona- tion of a pair of green pumps, my transformation was complete. I dashed to the mirror and was pleased with what I saw. I had not felt so good in eight years. I told Vickie that this was the first time I had not thought about business for years, nor felt so relaxed. I was really enjoying my new personality, and was looking forward to spending the next few weeks with Vickie.

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