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white tule. Once I was zipped into it the fit was almost perfect. Lois examined me from all angles and decided that with a small adjustment here and there she would be satisfied. I glanced at myself in the mirror and found that I was staring at a familiar face but from the neck down I was the picture of a most attractive young lady. The wide skirt hid my unwomanly hips but the stuffed bra snuggled just perfectly in the upper part of the dress giving quite a realistic contour. Lois suggested we go down for lunch and cautioned me to be careful on the stairs. I kept slipping on the carpeting as the smooth soles of the shoes were difficult to handle. After lunch I went down to the basement where I scuffed up the soles on the cement floor and found that I could navigate much better without slipping. I spent the after- noon dressed and getting used to the feel of these alien clothes.

The balance of the week was spent in practice. Lois coached me in the mannerisms, how to sit, how to stand, how to cross my legs, smooth my skirt, hold my cigarette etc. In a few days I became used to the high heels and began to walk with a semblance of confidence and grace. On Thursday preceeding the party, when I had again dressed in my costume, Lois had an additional surprise for me. She presented me with a beautiful brown wig and helped me put it on. And then she applied makeup. It took about fifteen minutes and as the various types of makeup were applied she kept up a running conver- sation with herself more or less describing the steps in applying it. When she finished she stepped back to sur- vey her handiwork, and said, "Not bad at all. I'll bet I have the prettiest husband in town." I walked to the mirror and just stared. I was used to seeing myself attired in women's clothes but I had no idea what a wig and some makeup could do, for there before me was, to all the world a darned attractive woman. I was amazed and pleased and kept turning one way and another to get the view from all angles. From the top of my hair to the tips of my high heels I was every inch a woman, and how I loved it. And so the big night arrived at last.

As I was dressing Lois combed out my wig and helped me set it in place, and before applying my makeup said, "I think we can trim your eyebrows just a bit." So with

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