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had made. It all had to do with my hair and a beauty parlor appoint- ment. The parlor also had an electrologist. Erica talked about it as if it were the solution to the world's problems.

"Peggy, isn't it about time you got rid of that wig? Really, your own hair is long enough to be styled. Mother suggested we go to her beauty parlor. She even set up some appointments for us."

I had been wearing the wig so long now that I hadn't thought much about it. But I took it off and looked. Yes, my hair was long now. I had to get it just so to get it all under the wig as it was. I wondered how it would be to use my own hair. Anyway, the wigs I'd used almost all covered my ears. My own hair might not. Mrs. Mallet hadn't seen my ears to be sure. With my own hair, she's probably notice. Yet it would be nice to be able to do away with those wigs. "All right, Erica. It will be good to get away from these wigs," I agreed. I fluffed my hair some but it didn't look too good. Sure it was no longer as masculine as the first time she had seen it, it couldn't be with my mascaraed eyes with the light blue shadow and the ebony eyebrows.

"Now, Peggy, they have an electrologist there too. Mother and I figured you'd like to get rid of your beard, so we made an appoint- ment with her too. It would be nice to lose your beard even if it is slow to grow and very light. Someday you may be away too long and it could be noticed."

I smiled. I'd thought of beard removal but it had never been a problem. "You know, Erica, I'd thought of it but never done it. And, since it is set up why not ... I'll do it." Then I considered, "But, then I couldn't be a man very easily."

She smiled at me. "But, Peggy, with your pierced ears, and figure, it would be hard anyway. Besides every day you're becoming more and more feminine. Do you think you could go back to being a man?”

"Why not? All I have to do is take out the earrings and there is only a small hole that no one would notice anyway. And the clothes make the figure. Let's dig up my old clothes and I'll show you."

At that we went down to the basement and got the trunk. Only it looked different. When I got it to my room and opened it I knew why. The odor practically knocked me down. The clothes, so carefully laid