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his flat chest under the nightgown, as this spoiled his girl-like appearance. Mrs. Wright sighed, but pointed out that bras designed for day time use were not to be worn at night, but to keep him happy would buy him a sleep bra for wear under his nightgowns. Again she was assailed by doubts. She realized that they were now too far committed to back out as far as this trip was concerned, but she could not help but wonder about the future following their return. Possibly by that time she would have irrevocably lost her son, and this could bring problems.

Alan's introduction to make-up was probably no more trying than that of any girl, but he had entered their world belatedly and had more to learn. While the average girl started experimenting at an earlier age, she also had the assistance and advice whether wisely or not of her girl friends, and in this Alan was lacking. On one of their shopping tours, his mother had bought him a complete set of cosmetics, including lipstick, nail polish, eye shadow, eye liner, mascara, face creams and face powders and anything else she thought he would need and enjoy. Alan's first experiments naturally resulted in some pretty garish effects, but through perseverance this tendency was curbed and in time he learned how to use to advantage all these delightful and exciting aids to achieving a really feminine appearance. In addition, the plucking and arching of his eyebrows changed the whole appearance of his face to an unbelievable extent, making it appear more oval and girl-like.

In accordance with his mother's earlier admonition, Alan did not deliberately avoid contact with anyone outside of the four of them while dressed, although at the same time he did not make any attempts to cultivate the company of others. The only exceptions were the postman and the few tradesmen who might come to the house to deliver packages. The latter apparently accepted him as a girl without question, for he was very convincing in manner and appearance. The first time Mr. Evans the postman knocked, however, Alan was reluctant to go to the door until there was definite indication on the part of his mother that he should do so without any further fuss. Alan was wearing a white shirtwaist, a dark blue nylon skirt and rather high heeled white pumps. Mr. Evans' eyes opened wide when he recognized his old friend, but merely said, “You do look nice Alan," then added with a twinkle in his eyes, "Or should it now be Alice?” Alan, suddenly at ease after this friendly exchange, retorted, "No, it is Jenny." Mr. Evans replied, "Well then, Jenny it shall

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