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"Of course they do, ninny, " squealed Nancy, "that's why we girls wear them, and they look prettier, too."

Miss Wilson was not satisfied yet. "My dear, you simply will have to let us make you up. Beverly's got your wig. The effect is no good without lipstick and makeup. Come with us to the ladies' room."

"The ladies' room?" asked Jim.

"Why not?" Miss Wilson sensibly inquired. "We're going with you to make you up, and you can't wear a dress tomorrow in the men's room, so you'd better get acquainted with it."

At that the girls all giggled and, once inside, went about their work in earnest. Nancy did the nails, Miss Wilson did the facial makeup, and Beverly added the wig. Jim watched the transformation with keen interest, for transformation it was. When it was all over, he could hardly believe that the beautiful face in the mirror was that of Jim Booth.

Miss Wilson added her compliments, "My dear, you make such a pretty girl!"

Jim was in something of a state of euphoria now, as he realized he really was pretty.

"I think we'll have to call you 'she' now," said Beverly.

"That's right," added Nancy, "you look so much like a girl. What girl's name would you like?"

"I know," put in Miss Wilson, "Cynthia. That's such a feminine name for such a feminine girl. "

"'That's it," said Pat. "She's our friend, Cynthia. "Well, Cynthia," said Miss Wilson, "Come on now and we'll try on some dresses so you can pick out what you'd like to wear tomorrow. I'll advise you on the jewelry and accessories."

And as Jim, renamed Cynthia, walked out in his slip and began to try on dresses, it seemed he was de- laying a choice deliberately in order to enjoy the

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