night. Now that we have him all dolled up he may be more careful."

The dress was a pretty green shade. Skirt pleated all around and just coming to my knees, short puff sleeves, and white collar and cuffs to set it off. I had another session in front of the mirror admiring the dress, and lifting the skirt to see the wonderful slip and panties under it. My lifetime love for pretty und- ies and dresses was born right then. It was lunch time by then so I was told to keep clean till we ate. Irene had already decided to be a hairdresser, and practiced on her dolls and any head she could get her fingers at. So I noticed she kept eyeing my hair, and was not sur- prised to hear her say:

"I think I can fix his hair so it looks nice and she tried to bring it around over my ears and pin it there, but the front hair was too short.

"Mother, a lot of boys wear bangs now, and if I combed that front hair down on his forehead, I could trim it even and he would look nice."

it."

"Well, I will hold his head steady and you trim

So she did, and the rest was long enough to pin with a couple of bobby pins. All she could do with the back hair was brush it smooth, but she found a pretty barette with a blue bow and mounted it on top. Both decided it made a big improvement, no one could tell I was not a girl and a pretty one too. That suited me fine for I was a bit afraid if I looked like a boy in girl's things I would get teased about losing my pants and having to go back to dresses.

So I started to Karen's quite happy with all my pretty things. She fairly danced when she saw me.

"Oh Jack, where did you get the pretty dress. I like you a lot better than in boys' things. You look like a real girl now."

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