"Miss Green the yams will eventually give you all the curves you need. However, I assure you that the other women won't notice since they are here for the same purpose. You will have dinner with them this evening. Until then you will get acquainted with them in the lounge and participate in the usual girl talk, which of course you must get used to. Tomorrow at nine you will join them in charm school. Follow me please."

Miss Green felt somehow naked as she left the confines of her room noting that her only protection was feminine apparel. She had the wild idea of running and hiding as she approached the lounge. But it was too late now, this is what she wanted and she must face up to it.

It was so odd to be introduced as Miss Green, but she noted with pleasure how easily she was accepted. She caught herself in a full length mirror and gave a little gasp at the feminine image which looked back. The mirror was like a magnet. She kept glancing at herself and was frightened that someone would notice. Of course she wouldn't be. That was the whole purpose of the mirror. The clients were supposed to use it to be forever conscious of their new selves; to strive for more and more improvement.

Two women about Miss Green's age invited her to sit with them. Initially she was apprehensive but as they conversed tension eased and she became more and more comfortable, until by the time dinner was announced she felt natural. She not only was accepted as a woman she was accepting them as if she were indeed a woman.

Just before dinner they all gratefully sipped their yam cocktails.

Any client who came to "The More Feminine You Institute" and expected the process to go on under leisurely conditions was, or had been, quite naive. It was just plain hard work under a relentless routine that was dedicated to perfection. It was breakfast at eight which on the surface doesn't sound too harsh, but when you consider the requirement that each girl was expected to be meticulously made up and carefully dressed it was an early hour indeed. Miss Green for instance (although she was not the only one) required a good hour and a half dressing and primping the first week. Her greatest problem was combing out her wig each morning as it was one of the routines to set it each evening. For that matter lights out was at ten which forced Miss Green to an even earlier retirement in order to set the wig.

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