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Anyway, nature took it's slow course and about six months after donning dresses my hair had achieved about two or three inches growth and was put in curls for the first time, Unlike my first feelings about dresses, I was almost enraptured by my new curls. I now had an un- mistakeable girl's hairdo, and it seemed to confirm my "girl-hood". However, I still envied Rosemary's long plaits and considered my curly bob an interim step until I could have really long hair. My liking for long hair, however, was not shared by Rosemary, for she considered her plaits childish and hopelessly out of style for a girl of almost sixteen. Only Aunt Joyce's insistance kept her from cutting her hair to a more stylish length. In my second year as a "girl" my own hair had grown enou- gh to be put in short pigtails much to my delight, but shortly after that Hunt Joyce finally gave in to Rosemary pleas for an adult hairstyling and her lovely long hair was clipped shoulder length, to her joy but to my intense sorrow. When my 3-1/2 year girl-hood" ended my hair measured 21 inches at it's longest from the crown of my head.

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The reason for this sidetrack on long hair is that it probably explains some of my present feelings (which I will get to later).

To continue, my stay with Aunt Joyce came to an end in 1949 when my parents returned from Germany. Mother had known about my dressing as a girl for some time, for she visited me on two of her leaves. Although I was frightened on the expectation of her first visit, wondering how she would react to seeing me in girl's clothes and curls, her reaction was one of amusement rather than concern and she seemed quite content to let Aunt Joyce continue putting me in dresses. My father" never visited us during this time, whether or not he knew or cared about my girlish treatment at this time, I do not know.

I was extremely unhappy when the time came for

I had no wish to return to wearing boy's clothes, and more inportant to me I dreaded the thought of my trea- sured hair being clipped, for it was now somewhat longer than shoulder length, and I still fondly imagined that someday I would have hair that fell below my waist.

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