I put on perfume. She gave me a charm bracelet, and a girl's ring. She fastened a locket around my perfumed neck. A pair of white dan- gling earrings, and I was ready for the final touch. JoAnne brought out the blonde wig. It was quite long, thick, and lustrous. It was fashioned up, swirled around in a high fashion bubble type hairdo, and came down again in long waves. After JoAnne had made sure it was fastened to my head securely, she combed out the bangs until the right effect was reached. I stood up and looked into the full length mirror.

"IMPOSSIBLE!" What did I see? I saw a beautiful blonde girl. She was dressed very femininely, and her hair was fashioned quite stylishly. Her features seemed delicate, and her make-up was exquisite. She had a beautiful figure, although she was a little top-heavy, and she had a pair of stunning, beautifully shaped legs. Her long, manicured nails were pink, and matched the color of her shimmering pink lips. I didn't know of any guy I hung around with, that wouldn't have given this girl a third or a fourth look, and go on thinking about what he had seen for at least a week.

When I walked into the living room, Susie, who had returned with the tickets, and Mom, both gasped. They both complimented me. How pretty I looked! They were sure that I was the best looking of the five females. I had to disagree, but it was quite a compliment just the same. Everything was taken care of, and as I looked out the window, the taxi that was to take us to the train station, pulled up. I gulped. This was it! Mother handed me a white purse, and a pair of white gloves.

Alicia and Susie walked out the door. JoAnne and I followed. Mother came last, and locked the door. I noticed the cab driver looking at my legs, and a twinkle appeared in his eyes. I wasn't sure what was wrong, but JoAnne smiled, and nudged me. I laughed to myself. I had passed, and was being sized up as a girl.

Nothing happened, and we boarded the train without incident. It was great being out in public, everyone thinking that I was a female. I don't think I was as full of joy and life at any other time than at that moment. Being dressed as a girl made me come alive. I knew then that it was what I would always want.

Of course, I can't tell you everything that happened on the vacation, for I would be writing forever. But I had a ball, and got plenty of rest. Perhaps these next three incidents will tell you what Marcia faced.

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