COVER STORY

Femme

Highlights

By: Sharon Hill

I really have no idea what started me out on this sometimes stormy sea of femininity, but most of the time I'm glad something or someone did.

I know it began before I went to school when I was six. An older girl came to live with us and I used her nail polish, anklets, and pajamas frequently. course she knew, but she never said anything.

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While in Jr. High, I bought my first "wardrobe" out of the money saved from a paper route. It consisted of a dark green sweater and several pairs of panties. I wore the panties all the time under my boy's clothes. I washed them out every night and hung them in my room to dry, so my mother must have known, but here again nothing was ever said.

When I was 14 my Dad went away for three months and during this time I recall wearing pajamas or a nighty under my housecoat every morning and changing to purple slacks and black heels (ugh!) after school. On one occassion Mother did up my hair.

We moved South when I was in high school. I fixed up my room with frilly criss-cross curtains and ruffled lampshades and a chintz slip-covered chair. In retro- spect, I can't understand why no one ever said anything about it. My Dad never said a word nor did any of the boys who sometimes came over to study with me.

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