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rest. I gave notice on the apartment and called a mover who had a small van for such small moving jobs. He said that he could do it on Tuesday. So, Monday was my last night in my apartment. I debated digging out my pair of pajamas and sleeping like a man but decided to celebrate my new status to be and instead used one of my softer nylon waltz length night gowns. Little did I know what my status was really to be.

On Tuesday I moved out of my apartment and formally moved in with the Mallets. My men's clothes went down to the basement of the house. I should have been more careful but was more intrigued by the bedroom. Anyway, Mrs. Mallet just sent the trunk down to the basement.

The bedroom was as I had guessed, the feminine one, only it had been added to. The bedcover had been made extra lacy and the sheets were made of a soft smooth satiny material over which my hand fairly glided. There were several new mirrors added and the vanity was redone with laces and bows to the ultimate of femininity. Only soft pastels were used in the color scheme to add yet another touch of softness. It was very pleasing and I felt so at ease in it. . . Erica said that she was almost jealous since her room was not as nice-even though it too was highly feminine. She said that her mother had supervised the change of the room. She laughingly added that her mother apparently wanted me to be a girl after all. She had had some doubts when her mother had first met me that she would go along with my profession and . . . taste. Now she apparently seemed to not only go along with my profession but even seemed to back it up to the hilt. Well, if Mrs. Mallet accepted me, well and good. Erica did too, so what could I do but move into what appeared to be a dream sort of situation. I did not know what was afoot, however. Then again, I don't know what I would have done if I had known... would have done any differently. Of course, hind sight is always shar- per than foresight.

or if I

That afternoon, however, by a fluke, I managed to get a cut on my thigh. It was not a bad cut but nonetheless some little bleeding and the hose were ruined. I hadn't realized it, but she had actually caused the accident with forethought and planning.

That evening after dinner we had some drinks. Nothing strong but Erica and I got so dreamy that we couldn't keep out eyes open. We

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