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and the pinch of my earrings, yet this seemed quite natural. The taste of my lipstick seemed to be something I had always known. The de- lightful snug fit of my dress made me happy and excited me as I walked. The nylons held my legs securely and felt ever so much better than scratchy trousers that I had worn just yesterday. The capstone of my happiness were my darling shoes for they lifted me into my new world. Frequently I had to look at them for it was still hard to believe that those tiny feet encased in heavenly shoes belonged to me. Walking in high-heels was exhilerating when I heard the feminine click the spike heels made.

In the mirror again to check my appearance, I marveled at all that had happened in the past 24 hours. I was so happy. I felt blessed that I had finally found myself. Surveying myself, I saw indeed that my figure was shapely and displayed to advantage in the stunning sheath without being vulgar. Beige did become me, I decided, but I felt that the hem could be raised just a bit. raised the dress to note the effect. My legs had an attractive sheen in the dark hose and I knew that Marty would be pleased. I wanted to please him so much.

Shopping for Marty was fun. He looked to me for approval of the suits he picked out. I particularly loved a blue tweed sport coat that he wanted to go with gray flannel slacks. I also picked out his ties and socks with loving care. It was a new and exciting experience to have the clerks call me “Miss” and to find that men watched my legs with what seemed like too much attention. I mentioned this to Marty and he just laughed at me.

“Honey, that just shows what good taste I have. Just don't forget that you're my girl," he said proudly.

I smiled and hugged his arm with happiness.

That week was to set a pattern for our lives ahead. Our parents wanted us to accompany them everywhere. They were so proud of their children.

Soon Saturday rolled around again and we were to dance at the Sky Room once more. Mother and I went to her hair stylist where I received my first professional beauty treatment. She clucked over me like a mother hen and the staff exerted themselves to please her. A new lightning rinse, a darling coif that framed my face, and then my first manicure.

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