"Paulette... Pauly

er!" she blurted out.

Paul. You can't mean that dish is my broth-

Meg's color drained, then poured back into her face in a hot blush.

"You . lievingly.

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you turned him into that creamy dish!?" she asked unbe-

"With my little ol' magic wand,” I said with a touch of pride. “Of course being your brother he looks like you and had a lot to start with. Didn't you ever mentally dress him as a girl . . . just for private kicks?"

"Yyyyyes... I seem to recall drawing his photograph into a girl's I was always mad I didn't have a sister. Mother said she "tried" but Pauly came out all boy."

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“... and all girl, too. Nothing half way about him."

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"So I see, well. If he wants to be my sister, he's an answer to my prayer. What a thrilling idea!" Meg said with rising excitement.

Inspiration hit me!

"Why not say he a girlfriend, and have Paulette visit you!" I asked.

Meg had been peeking out the door, to where Paulette was dancing idly by herself downstairs.

"Why not! His voice was all girl-to my sisterly ears. And we've been closer than Dad and Mother ever were to him . . . her. Why not . . . and it'd be a gas! She could go back to college with me next semester-I need a new roommate. If Paulette only had the money ...

"Well don't wish for rainbows," I stopped her, "Just settle for Paulette's being accepted as your girlfriend when you go home."

"Oh she'll be accepted all right!" Meg's deeply blue eyes practically glowed with admiration as she stared down at her former brother. "He's the cutest girl!"

Meg squared her slender shoulders proudly, took a deep breath and strode down the steps toward Paulette. "Paulette, Paulette-let me greet my new sister warmly. I do so want to really know you now now

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