to roll the various strands competently, and answered their many ques- tions and even volunteered other information about our favorite subject.

The conversation ended, however, when we were stuck under the dryer, and don't ever envy the GG's for this experience! It was terrible. The heat gave me a headache and it just kept on and on and on- I thought she would never turn it off! Pure torture. I think the best way would have been to have gone early in the morning for the shampoo and set, then left and puttered around somewhere all day to let it dry of its own accord, then return for the comb-out. Never again under a dryer! I am not maso- chist enough to relish it, nor sadist enough to be delighted that girls have to sit under them. Finally, though, the little clock shut if off and the operator came over and felt our head, decided it was not dry enough, and turned the bloody thing on again! Well, my brother was really cooking.

Eventually the ordeal ended, and he stumbled back to the operator's chair for the comb-out part: the super part that really sent cold chills running up and down our spine - pure pleasure, and pure femininity. Yes, girls, a pretty head of hair is really a woman's crowning glory!

Of course, the ladies there were asking more questions, many repeatedly (as though they could not accept the answers my brother gave), and my brother was doing his best to reply. Then I looked up to see a man stand- ing at the door, apparently the husband of one of the operators! Well, we had anticipated (fortunately) such an occurence, so my brother directed his voice at him and invited him to come on in and watch the show! The man grinned rather self-consciously, and then he grinned even more and even blushed a bit when my brother pulled the "I am not a homo- sexual" bit on him. Of course, he had thought that we were, since most people simply cannot imagine that any man in dresses can be anything else. I have found that this is absolutely the best way to get strangers to listen to what you have to tell them about our favorite subject, because it completely pulls the rug out from under their pre-conceived, erroneous notions, which you can then easily replace with correct ones!

Well, this geezer pulled up a chair and really took it all in, like a spell- bound schoolboy. Meanwhile my brother conveniently showed a few pictures of me, and all were really amazed. The man also asked the stan- dard questions which my brother answered calmly and clearly (and this repetition also had its effect on the assembled girls).

After a while, the man asked if he could go get friend of his to show me to since, if he told him, he wouldn't believe it. So I told him, sure, go

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