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sewn with great care, my Mother must have really loved me", she said. "But enough of that, we have things to do, my sister"! "You can't use the shower tent any more, so use the shower here in the trailer, and hurry!"

My shower completed, I returned to the living room to find Connie all ready to begin my transformation. First my hair was set in curlers to dry while she attacked my nails. Soon they were nicely shaped and buffed with chalk and a buffer to a gleaming sheen. She then started on my face, cream and powder, mascara and lipstick and my lashes curled with a special curler till they gave me a wide eyed look of innocence`. She then combed out the hair and added a small hairpiece in back to cover my neckline, remarking "In just a few weeks we wont need that!" I stepped into the bedroom and donned my chemise and the corset, under advice through the curtain from Connie and came back to her. She drew in the laces till I cried "stop" remarking, "You will soon get accustomed to this, my dear, now put on your hose and slip, and I will help you with this dress. We must be careful not to muss your hair". Soon I was as ready as I ever would be, she handed me a purse and my sun-glasses and said, "now we will just stroll down the street for a ways, away from the lot while I coach you on how to act like a girl does in public". So, arm in arm we started across the grassy lot to the sidewalk and walked under the overhanging trees toward the town in the distance. I had a little trouble with my new shoes, was told to hold my legs straight and walk from the hips, putting the heel down to the ground with the toe of the shoe, not to "clomp" but to swing. I found it to be quite easy after a short distance, the higher heels forcing me to take a feminine stride and to walk with a movement ΟΙ the hips, attractively, as I had so often admired girls doing.

"Now, said Connie. "Let's make with the purse! Don't carry it like a bag of sand, it is a pretty thing a part of your wardrobe, handle it this way", and she de- monstrated, carrying it lightly, with the arm slightly bent, sometimes by the strap, often held in the arm. I caught the idea, but the purse was the hardest thing to get accustomed to! I missed my pockets! "Throw your shoulders back, let your body curve, be fluid. Don't just walk, strut! See?" And she walked ahead of me to

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