Mrs. Williams was equally complimentary. I had to show off my slip and panties, and both agreed I had a right to be proud. We played as usual and the cake was as good as I expected. Before I left, Mrs. Williams told me seriously;

"Jack, tell your mother I said you look so nice she ought to keep you in dresses all through school and let your hair grow till you can wear it in braids. You look so natural you were intended to be a real girl."

So I went home quite in love with being a girl.

Next day it was decided the outfit was too good to play in and a couple of wash dresses were fixed over and other slips and panties found. I was pacified by being told I could dress up and go to town with Alice. She or mother went for the week's groceries every Fri- day or Saturday. So Friday I managed to dress myself completely, even tried to do my hair. Irene came to the rescue and finished it. During lunch, Alice thought of something:

"Mother, if I take him like that, strangers will ask if he is my sister."

"Let them ask, what does it matter?"

"Yes, but they will want to know his name, and if I say "Jack" that will spoil it.

"

"That's so. Jack you will have to have a girl's name to go with the dress. What do you want us to call you?"

All I could think of was Karen and that would not do. Then Irene said:

"Why not call him Betty. The dress came from Aunt Betty and she would like it, and it is short and easy to remember."

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