Yes, she knew all about cosmetics and how they were used. She al- ways had a perfect makeup and I was sure there was no beauty trick that she did not know. When she came to become a partner of my mother's firm my mother was only a grey mouse compared to her sister. But in- deed this had altered. At first my mother reluctantly agreed to use a lip- stick, next nail lacquer and later on my aunt got her to make up her com- plexion everyday. She let my aunt experiment with her hair-do and one day when I came home, my mother was changed from a brunette to a blonde woman just like my aunt. Yes, she knew cosmetics and she knew how to use them on others as well as herself.

"We can be glad for one thing," my mother said, "and that is the fact that you are not very tall. The dresses will fit you as far as the length is concerned."

"Yes, it will be O.K." my aunt agreed and added: "You will also be able to wear the slim gowns. Are you willing to join in?”

I had to accept, if I did not want to lose this unique chance to wear dresses and to be expertly transformed into a girl. They expected me to do it, and secretly I wanted to myself.

The same night we started our fantastic experiment. First I had to put on a tight pantygirdle of short style. Both women agreed that in spite of my slim figure I had to have a narrower waist or better have it accen- tuated. After some consideration it was decided that I had to wear a corselette which mother laced at the back. A pair of nylons were put on my legs and fastened to the garters so that the corselette would sit tight and smooth. A pair of silk lace panties were handed me and I put them on cautiously in order not to tear the lace.

I now looked at myself in the mirror, and I shivered. This was fan- tastic. My legs had become girlish only because they now were all cover- ed with long nylon stockings. The corselette was able to mould the figure into a feminine shape with curves even if no padding was used. Everything looked so natural. It was all as it should be. Yet it was me. I was "home" on my way in to the feminine world. Hitherto I had only been able to dream of the journey to it. Now I was on the journey.

"Now we shall see how the dress fits" my aunt said, taking me out of my dreams. Oh, no, I must be still dreaming! I was to try on and wear dresses like any other young girl?

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