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commented as she extracted a pair of very handsome flats from their box. "Take a few steps and see how they feel." I must say that slipping on a pair of shoes while wearing nylon stockings for the first time is a sensation that one does not soon forget. My usual long masculine stride was limited somewhat by the slip and I began to tingle all over when I felt the sensuous touch of its hem on the back of my leg and its soft swish as it moved with my body. Millie startled me back to reality when she called, "how do they feel?" "Fine, just fine," I managed

to stammer.

"Now then, if you'll just step in here,' she said as she opened a door at the far side of the room. I must have given her a strangely quizzical look, for she hastened to explain, "Make-up. Mr. Westbrook has arranged for one of the ladies from our salon to supervise your make-up and hair style for you."

"He sure has thought of everything,' I commented as I stepped through the door, still savoring the femininity that surrounded me. Millie grinned, "Oh you have quite a few surprises in store for you!"

She introduced me to a diminutive woman who spoke with a decided accent. Her eyes were piercing as she explained, "I am Anatole. It is my task to give you a proper make up and hair style. I shall in- struct you step by step so that you shall be able to accomplish the same effect yourself later on." Millie was at the door again and as she left she explained that the time spent on my "Beauty Course" would give her an opportunity to complete the alter- ations on my dress. The door closed and she was gone.

To say that I felt strange. in a make up session with a woman I had never seen before would be a broad understatement. All the excitement of the last few moments were replaced with a peculiar un- easiness. Anatole paid no attention and as I sat