"No, it's not that, it's just that I don't know how I would act around a man, supposing he asked me to dance or something?"

"So what, you know how to dance."

"But, with a man?”

"Its as good a time as any to learn. Or do you intend to be a recluse all of your life?"

"I just never thought, that . . ." I stammed in confusion.

“That what? That you could be a woman just by wearing soft clothes, or that you and I were going to grow into old maids together. Unh, unh Brenda, there's just too much fun in life to miss any of it. If you want to wait, O.K. But I think I'd like to go over and have a drink anyway and see some people. I'll be home by twelve."

"Wait Jean... I'll go with you."

"Alright, that's the attitude! Wait while I change."

She hurried into the bedroom, when I thought of something.

"Jean, I can't go."

"Will you make up your mind Brenda! I'm not going to play silly games with your inhibitions all night.”

"Its not that, Jean, its my hair, its a mess and shapeless, nobody would even want to talk to me, let alone dance with me."

"Got your problem solved, girl, in a jiffy.”

"What?"

"The working girls best friend, a nice long fall! Sit down and let's see what we can do."

I sat down and Jean pinned the back of my hair up. Then she pinned on the light brown fall. Leaving it in a soft flip on my shoulders. With the added length, I felt much better and gave her a hurry up smile.

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