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I had to admit that Ted was really handsome. I knew that I'd be the envy of lots of girls that evening. And I was awfully glad that Gail wasn't around to see him. He would be tough competition. Then I quickly reminded myself that if I were going to pull this deception off I had better start thinking like a girl.

Ted was rising to his feet and took my beautifully manicured hand in his. “Well, hi, Jackie," he said. "You are even more gorgeous than I'd expected. Your pictures don't do you justice." I blushed furiously at this compliment and noted Margie in the background smiling broadly. Then Ted said: "If you're ready, shall we go?”

Actually, it was a kind of pleasant evening. The situation was such that it was easy to force myself into a girlish mold. After the first few minutes when Ted accepted me completely for what I pur- ported to be, I relaxed and decided to make the best of the few hours we would be together. We had an excellent candlelight dinner at a romantic, little Italian restaurant. Several times, Ted reached across to touch my hand and he was most courteous and solicitous, hold- ing my chair for me... helping me off with my coat... standing when I excused myself to powder my nose. Then, we went dancing. How strange it felt to be held in the arms of a young man. It was completely different from my lessons where Margie or Susan or Betty had taken the male lead.

"Jackie, you dance like a feather. I can never get over how you gals can be so graceful on high heels."

"Well, it does take a little practice," I told him.

And later, in his car, as Margie had predicted, Ted offered me his class ring and asked me to go steady. I said that I would and he kissed me. And I allowed him to kiss me again when he dropped me off at the door of our apartment.

"Please write soon, Jackie," he said as we parted. "I shall be thinking of you every minute even when we're not together because you are my girl now.”

When Ted had gone and I put my key in the lock, the door opened to reveal Margie, and Susan, and Betty right behind it. “Why, Jackie," Margie said in mock surprise. "Your lipstick is all smeared.