really were shook because they had apparently not expected a man in a suit and tie. Further, due to the hair gel, my brother's hair really didn't look overly long.

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After removing coat and tie, he sat in the chair they directed and with a forced smile met the grim looks of the half-dozen or so customers and the four operators. No less than the owner came over to work on us for, as she explained later, she really had not known what to expect and hes- itated to ask an employee to do the work.

To say that I was calm, cool and collected is to lie, and nice girls don't lie: gals, we were as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking- chairs! Nonchalance is hard to simulate, but my brother, bless his soul, did his best. After what seemed like hours of silence (probably only a few seconds) the conversation resumed, but I could tell they were really mind- ing their words and that they weren't exactly talking to each other as naturally as they would if a MAN were not there! My brother and the operator discussed briefly the style he thought would look good on us while he combed out our hair.

As soon as the length and fullness of our hair became apparent, those customers and operators really began to take notice! I would love to have a tape-recording of the proceedings, because it was a real insight into an uptight group which melted in fairly short order. First, they were amazed that I really had hair long enough to style when at first it hadn't looked this way. They were surprised at the contrast from what had appeared to be an ordinary businessman. And I honestly think they were somewhat amazed that we had the intestinal fortitude to go through with it all!

But I used a trick I often use when I have to talk eonism our brand of transvestism to strangers. My brother announced clearly that he was not a homosexual, that he was happily married and father of children, and went on to say that he occasionally enjoyed dressing as a girl for some reason he did not understand, that he had always wanted to have his own hair styled, and that was why he was there. The place got pretty quiet all of a sudden while they absorbed that.

Then they all began to ask questions. The usual ones about whether the wife knew, where he bought clothes, why he did it, whether he shaved his legs, etc., etc., etc. My brother sat there while the owner finished shampooing (she was gentle, the water temperature was just right, and she and he agreed that our hair is rather thin in front!) and then began

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