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I inspected my waist in front of the mirror and could not help but admire my hour glass figure, which was so fashionable at that time. I was severely com- pressed, but happy to have such a small waist line, and eager to try on Grace's clothes.

I sat on a backless chair in front of the glass, and Anna proceeded to make up my face and neck, while Grace busied herself making up my arms, shoulders and back with liquid white, putting it on thickly but smoothly, and then powdering me heavily, rubbing the scented powder in with her hands until my skin gleamed a lovely rosy white. I watched Anna with interest as she made me up. She was indeed an ex- pert, and I was getting pointers in the art. I had thought that I knew something about feminine make- up, and I really did, but Anna was a master, and had the art of all the little touches and refinements that made a wonderful difference. She even took a pair of tweezers and shaped my eyebrows. Each eye- lash was carefully beaded and mascaraed, in the end I had a lovely rose-petal complexion that many a girl would envy, with just the right amount of rouge and lipstick and powder. I didn't look like a man made up, but like a girl. Never had I dreamed that I could look so pretty. And then came the crowning glory my hair. My lovely blonde wig was carefully adjusted on my head. Grace and Anna fussing with it, arranging it, replacing hair pins. To make it stay solidly in place with no chance of slipping, it was fastened down at the edges with spirit gum, which made it look exactly like my own hair. I must admit that the result was very satisfactory and that I really looked like an attractive woman.

"You look stunning," said Grace. possible imagine that you are a man. think you look nice?"

"Nobody would Don't you

"Yes", I said. "I would never know myself. I never before have had such a good make-up or such a good figure, thanks to you and Anna."

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