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up the trailer, went shopping, and did little else the rest of that day.

That night, Jean kept mumbling to herself and looking at my head, as she worked on my wig. Fin- ally she said, "Diana, you don't have to wear a wig. I'm sure with a little styling, your hair will be very pretty." Well, I had my doubts but she knows much more about such matters than I. She got out her curlers and proceeded to put them in my hair. This was my first experience with them and I must admit that my sleep wasn't the best I've ever had. I still enjoyed the experience though. I have very curly hair and I never thought that I would ever use curlers, Jean explained that sometimes you have to take out some of the curl so hair will be managable. I, by the way, have very long hair, in fact, it's longer than the Beattles! I keep it under heavy sedation, so I can pass for a male when it's nec- essary. Well anyways, I got up the next morning and got into clean lingerie, (of course I took a bath) a blue blouse and a blue, matching straight, cotton skirt. I could hardly wait to see what my hair was going to look like when Jean finally took the curlers out of it. I sat in a chair and she pro- ceeded to remove them. She kept saying she didn't really know how it was going to look. I was sitting in such a position that I couldn't see what she was doing. I wasn't too happy about the way she kept telling me how things were going. It seemed like three hours before she said, "Oh well, you wig is styled, you can wear it if you don't like the way your hair turned out." Jean handed me a hand mirror and I could hardly believe that I was looking at my- self. My hair was beautiful! What a wonderful feel- ing, no more wig worry, it was all me.

John hooked up the trailer and Jean and I made sure everything was in order, I wasn't too happy about driving the truck and trailer to the repair shop but I wasn't about to change my clothes and ruin my new found feminine hair. I know San Antonio rather

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