FINALLY A REPORTER

FICTION

Jackie 51-W-3 FPE

Well, I guess I'd better start at the beginning, which was back in 1968. That war was over for me. I was out of the service where I had been a journalist for the Army. I had been trying for weeks to get a job on a newspaper. But no go, the only openings they had were for women.

I knocked around for a couple of months until I met Lynn. It was a whirlwind courtship and an even faster marriage. I took a job I didn't like, but I needed the money. I made a vow though, that someday I would become a reporter one way or another.

My wife was active socially and she was always getting us invited to parties and the like. Well, on New Years one of her groups decided to have a costume party and as always we were invited. Well, I usually put up a fuss over going to these parties and this one was no exception. But when I found out what my wife had planned for our costumes, WOW, I hit the roof. I was supposed to go as a DEBUTANTE! My wife was going as a railroad engineer. But my protests fell on deaf ears and she proceeded with her plans.

We were only in our early twenties and I always did look young for my age. I'm a small boned man with smooth cheeks, very light peach fuzz on my face and a bald chest. I'm 5'5" tall and so is my wife. She went out and bought most of my costume, and filled in the rest with her clothes.

She had me trying on her clothes and the ones she bought all week. She plucked my eyebrows about a week before the party so that she could get a basic shape for the final plucking. Every night after work I had to walk around the house in three inch heels so that I would be used to them. And I had to let my fingernails grow.

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