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eyes with eye-liner and eye-shadow, to try to give him a lift; soon he learned how to apply his own makeup. Slowly he got into the habit of staying at home, dressed in ruffled robe or caftan, cleaning the apartment and making dinner ready for me when I got home.

My job was allright at the advertising agency, but as my respon- sibilities increased, I could feel the effort and be dead tired in the evening. I must admit, though, that the increase in my salary did com- pensate me a great deal and helped make up for the loss of Bill's pay.

I would find him in the kitchen with a frilly apron protecting his pretty things, and he would fix me a drink so that we could relax be- fore he served a hot, gourmet meal. He seemed to enjoy experimenting with different dishes, and he kept the apartment spic and span. He learned to wash and iron, so that our feminine clothes were always in the best of condition. I taught him how to sew, embroider, crochet, and knit, so that he had something to do if the hours dragged, and he made us some lovely things, including a darling shawl for each of us. I loved to see him sit with his dark head bent over a swath of fabric making delicate little stitches; his hair was quite long now, and I had snipped here and there to create a girlish hairstyle; he would hold it back into place by tying it with a bright hank of yarn in a pony-tail.

His nightgowns and robes were not very practicable for housework, so I bought him some skirts, full or pleated, as he seemed to prefer those when I wore them, sweaters and blouses, and some pretty slips to wear with them. He had been wearing the waist cincher, so a couple of lovely dresses fitted him nicely, especially when we traded the waist cincher for a Merry Widow corset which also pulled in his waist and gave him a beautiful bustline.

I finally succeeded in my job at the advertising company and be- gan taking over accounts of my own as a copywriter. Because of my position, when an odd job did open up at my firm, I felt that I could offer it to Bill. We settled down for drinks before supper one night and I talked it over with him.

"Bill, I can offer you a part-time job at the agency, but there is a catch." He nodded as he waited for me to make the explanation. He brushed a stray hair back; his dark hair had been neatly parted on the right side, and a cute white bow was attached to the hairpin which held the long hair on his left side back.

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