pearance still more feminine. Where was I? Or perhaps this was my real self? I felt dizzy. I had not forgotten the day 2 weeks ago when I saw myself in the mirror wearing a dress, nylons and high heels - but the feeling today of perfection was new. A transformation had really taken place, not only in my appearance, but also in my mind. I was a girl now. Strange it was so wonderful to be a girl. Did all girls go around and feel so happy? How could it be? Why did I feel so happy, thrilled and re- laxed at one time!

"We have not finished yet," I heard my aunt say as coming from far away. She was standing with a wig that I had not seen before. She combed my own hair back. Then she placed the wig on my head. I had again closed my eyes. When I opened them a new girl was looking at me from the mirror. Was it me again? Was there a second girl living in me? A second girl within? A new girl that now expressed herself. My eyes -- (they were mine) saw a girl with chestnut hair lying as a crown no a around my head. Red reflections of light twinkled in the mirror.

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"Astonishing how well you are able to create a perfect illusion," my aunt explained, “with cheeks a little more round you would look like a real doll," she laughed.

My nails were filed more pointed and lacquered in a color matching my lipstick.

Next I was dressed. First I put on a special pantigirdle and over it my now familiar corselet. Then nylons, panties and a slip. This time special paddings were put into the cups of the corselet. A sweet dress of satin in a light blue color was to be the first model dress I should wear on my first photos of fashion. I posed, and my mother took the pictures with a polaroid camera. 15 seconds later we all saw the result. I trembled all over. How was it possible? Was it me? Was she me? The feminine creature there on the photo was my creation. There was my dream on a photo, developed and fixed — and it was my mother and aunt who had helped me to let this inner girl come to life.

More photos were taken in different poses and different dresses. All turned out to the entire satisfaction of the two women. I had proved that I was able to act as a model.

Although my aunt was very content, she said that a little more ample curves in the right places would do wonders — and she hoped that I got