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who have lived in this house during its long history. In fact, I've not been interested in the boys, only the girls. I have noticed you closely, and I admire you. So, I want you to be a girl whenever you wish to be, as now with me."

I was flabbergasted! What a ghost! "Well", I replied, "that's fine with me, but just how do you propose that I be a girl?” No sooner had I uttered this honest question, than invisible hands began shaving me, applying makeup with an expertise I had only dreamed of, and finally, dressing me completely.

The wonderful feeling overcame me when I found myself completely transformed by those magic, invisible but highly skilled hands. Then I was led into the living room, which was illuminated by a romantic light I had never seen before. There in the mirror I saw a lavishly costumed girl. In her fashionable low-cut dress, she flirted and mocked me, imitating my every move. I even heard some kisses! Then the mysterious voice said, "Now, my dear, run to the patio. Play, dance, sing, laugh do whatever your heart desires. This whole house is yours tonight." At that moment I noticed for the first time that the entire house was illuminated by that same romantic light.

Ahhh, what a delight. I floated cloudlike into the garden, a nimble feather. I was a butterfly, a goddess, a nymph, a sprite. The wind blew gently through the diaphanous skirt of my dress like a caress. I gambolled in rapture.

Suddenly the whole house was dark! That magic voice called "Your parents will return soon, come with me now." I wanted to flee to take off my disguise, and failed to notice that the hem of my skirt was caught on a hedge near the patio. But the magic, invisible hands freed me and helped me out of the clothes. I wondered when I would be able to experience such delight again. As if reading my mind, the voice answered, “Very soon. But you must return to the kitchen for your parents are on their way."

I awoke to see my parents and family around me in the kitched. They wanted to know if I had seen or heard anything on the patio. Confused, I answered "no". In fact, it wasn't until the next morning that I remembered the events of that night. Was it a dream or not, I wondered.