TRANSVESTIA

being a girl, dining amidst many people of both sexes. After we had eaten and were on the way to the Darsell home, her father admitted that I had acted a "perfect lady.” Even Debby had relaxed over the happenings and was enjoying herself. "I was a little jealous, daddy, over the way the men came by our table and kept looking at Jennifer."

"She will be pretty by this time tomorrow," he announced. “I want you to make an appointment with your beautician for Jenny, and let them put her through the full treatment. A wig's not what she needs. She needs a cut and curl."

"I could use one myself, daddy, so we'll just make it a duet," she told him. "I'll work on her a little tonight and let the operator finish it."

Was I afraid to go? No! It is hard for me to put the thrill I was experi- encing in words, but I was wondering if I would be able to sleep from the excitement I was feeling.

All the way to their home I was happy. The ecstasy of the feminine apparel was out of this world. I knew that little else could come that would thrill me more.

After saying goodnight to her Daddy at the stairs which lead to her bedroom, we went in chatting as though nothing had happened what- soever to us. "Did you bring your nightclothes along darling?" she asked as we sat on the edge of the bed. "If you want, you can use the ones you used last time."

"I brought my black gown and negligee set, Debby. It's so pretty that I sleep in it almost every other night."

"It will go good with your pretty blond hair," she admitted. “Let's get dressed for bed and then I'll see what I can do about a feminine hair- do for your natural hair. Daddy was right, a wig is detectable. Having your natural hair is best. I am glad you let yours grow long."

I smiled. "It's gone without a cut since I first dressed in the cabin out on the lake. The folks sure fussed about it, but I would make up some excuse for not having a haircut. Is it long enough to look like a girl's hair now?"

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