they had to find a style for me and a name. My model name became "Corina" and for the time being I would model the new evening dresses, both long and short. I mostly used my own hair, which was cut and set in a modern coiffure. The hairdresser agreed that I should continue being a blond, so my hair was constantly bleached and for several of the photos it was made all platinum blond.

The hormone treatment progressed and gave me just the curves I needed. My hips became more round and my thighs became really feminine. The magazine wanted me to go through the model school because I was chosen to model in fashion shows. Therefore I had to learn the right technique of showing clothes, learn to show a dress in movement, learn to pose. It was training and more training along with other young female models.

1 got my own small flat. equipped with modern furniture and very feminine. In the studios I had met with other of the male models who modeled girls' and womens' clothes just as I did. I became friends with them and they helped me in every way so that the change-over to living all day and night as a girl did not become too difficult for me. They all lived full time as girls and enjoyed it. One of them was married and I was surprised to hear and see how lucky this model lived together with his wife, even if he now lived as a girl too. They were just two feminine friends to the world. Here I learned to understand that sex and gender, sex and clothes, makeup and appearance are different things. I was happy to see my own opinion affirmed this way. The wife of the male model was a beauty expert and to her it was an aesthetic enjoyment seeing how modern beauty technique was able to change a masculine person into a feminine illusion. For me it was the same way. All my life was one great aesthetic enjoyment. I had not thought of sex. Life was won- derful for me, not only to be dressed in fine light clothes but also to feel that I was living in a world of beauty and art a world where I was accepted as one of the feminine creatures who were part of this world. I found myself being an artist and I had the same personal contentment as an artist who had succeeded in creating something new.

Both my mother and aunt visited me and they were astonished to see how I had progressed and how feminine I looked now. They fully ac- cepted that I now lived full time as a woman and they expected that I would continue to do so in the future.

When I had finished the model school, I was offered a chance to go on a fashion trip to the big cities of France. It would last three weeks. We stayed in the finest hotels as though we were film stars. My col- leagues, the female models, treated me just as one of their own sex.

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