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"And now the dress!" said Nancy triumphantly, holding it up. Even I, who knew nothing about women's fashions, had to admire the beauty of the garment she held up.

It was a sheath dress of pure silk, all black save for a foot-wide panel of white down the front, from bodice to hem, with three-quarter sleeves and a low, square cut neckline.

"It's beautiful!" I said. Nancy held it for me while I carefully stepped into it and she zipped me up. It fit like a glove, and I revelled in the hugging closeness of the black silk.

Nancy turned me around to look into the mirror again, and again, I was amazed at the femininity of the creature who looked back at me. It was hard to believe that the beautiful woman in the mirror was really me.

“Well, do you think anyone at the party will laugh at you? Do you think you look like a man in woman's clothes?"

"No, I look like a woman in woman's clothes," I said, "and I like it!"

"I thought you would, darling. You're much too pretty a girl to be a man all the time. If you really like dressing this way, you can do it all the time with me, after we're married. Now, I've got to get dressed or we'll really be late!"

Nancy shooed me into the living room to wait while she got dressed, suggesting I practice being a woman while I waited.

I did as she suggested, and for the next hour I tried to remember and put to use all the gestures I had seen women perform. I practiced walking, sitting, standing, and even tried to hold a cigarette in a femi- nine manner. I felt I was doing quite well, but with no one to criticize me, I couldn't be sure.

Finally, I heard the bedroom door open and turned to greet my fiance. But it was not Nancy who walked through the door. At least, not the Nancy I knew, for she was dressed from head to toe as a man!

She was wearing a dark gray suit, cut in the continental fashion, a pale blue dress shirt, and slim black tie. On her feet she wore black

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