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As I walked down the runway I almost forgot I wasn't a woman be- cause I felt so feminine in the gown. It was one of the greatest thrills of my life standing in front of all those people and knowing they saw me as a girl. The applause I got when I left the stage lifted my spirits to their highest point.

After the show Mimi complimented me on how well I had modeled and said she would give me the gown if I would model some other things in future shows. I agreed and went back to the office to get the article ready for print.

The party was set for the following week so I only had seven days to get ready for it. I went over everything Connie had taught me.I took walks, went shopping and just got out among people to see how well I was doing and to build my confidence. I found that once I could learn to think of myself as Lois I got along easily.

Before I knew it, it was Monday night and we were on our way. After we parked the car and I started to get out I took a deep breath and tried to act my most feminine. All the guests were being greeted by Dave at the door and when I saw this my heart fell to my stomach.

“Good evening, Connie, and who is this lovely creature you have with you?" Dave greeted us.

"This is my older sister, Lois," Connie answered. "She has just re- turned from a two year visit with our Uncle Paul in Europe."

"Well," Dave said with some surprise, "it is a pleasure to meet you, Lois. You will save me a dance before the evening is over, won't you?"

"I would be delighted to, Mr. Wise,” I said.

The evening went along just great. I was accepted as a girl and, I might add, I was quite popular as a dance partner. But, since I had never seen any of these people before, I really didn't feel that it was all the big test that Connie had said it would be. Until . . .

“Well, could I have that dance you have been saving for me now?” Dave's voice said at my elbow.

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