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before her make up table she busied herself around the room collecting various jars and creams.

In the next several hours I learned more about the secrets of beauty than I had ever thought existed. Tricks to disguise much of my masculine angularity, tones that complimented me, methods of application, making my hair attractive in a feminine way: words flowed in a steady stream. In no time, I had lost my initial shyness and was asking questions. She let me attempt a few applicatons myself, laughed at my masculine awkwardness, chided me to do better.

By the time Millie returned, Anatole and I had become fast friends. "He is beautiful. No?" she asked in response to Millie's surprise.

"Anatole, how do you do it!" she exclaimed as I felt a new inner glow at her reaction. "Do you really think I'll pass Harry's inspection?" I asked jokingly. We all laughed and with a few final words of instruction and an invitation to return, Anatole was gone.

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Millie was excited as we returned to her office. "Oh I can't wait to see you in this dress," she exclaimed as she removed it from the hanger. a deep black sheath. Very simple with a side closing zipper that she said was guaranteed to show off my new curves to their best advantage.

The fit was perfect. The feeling was sheer sen- sation. And as I closed the zipper, she reached around my neck and snapped a string of imitation pearls in place. Unable to control myself any longer, I strode to the full length mirror and drank in the sight. Had I been gazing at a photograph of my re- flection in the mirror, I am sure I would not have recognized it. As I turned to check myself from various angles, Millie handed me a pair of black gloves and a matching handbag. "I took the liberty of emptying your pockets into this," she said of the

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