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of my own husband?" She stopped there and thought a bit and then continued, “No, Mark, I don't want an annulment unless for some reason you do. I had anticipated this moment long ago but had not anticipated the totality of your appearance... you are quite feminine and seem more womanly than even I could be." She arose and paced a bit. "I anticipated, like I said, that you would eventually dress for me but I had expected to be able to perhaps help you with some part of it or to help you shake it, whichever you really wanted to do." She stopped in front of me and looked down at me. "But the image you present is quite different than what I expected. I thought you were lacking in some parts in the male image, you know, muscles and such, but I see now that the image would not allow such."

"I didn't want to dress for you since I have never done it before others." I puffed the cigarette, noting, as I always invariably did, the redness that spread out on the filter as part of my lipstick was trans- ferred to it. I could have wished for longer fingernails, but could make do with what I had. "All of my practicing and such had always been done alone... you know, the classical 'closet' case." I looked at her knowing that I had more mascara on than she and that beneath my blouse was probably more loose skin than under hers although both of us seemed to sport the same size bra. I was trying my best to keep cool and calm under the circumstances since I was more unsure of myself and the image that I had. I felt it was good and not marred, but I had never had the mirror of someone else's scrutiny to actually measure where I was and what it was that I was doing in this respect. "How am I?"

"Well, as far as I can see, you are tremendous." She scrutinized me closely. "At first glance I would say perfect. The casual observer would think you were nothing else other than what you appear to be ... a woman, and a pretty one at that." My ego went soaring almost out of sight. "However, when I look more closely, I can see little things. Like your hair. It is too long to be just stuffed under a wig, even a cap wig. Some of it is hanging out where a mirror wouldn't readily show. You will either have to do without a wig or learn how to pin it up. You could get a fall, of course. You have grace and poise but when you sit there is a bit of carelessness in your actions. Not all that much, we could get rid of it with some basic practice. Oh, there are small things that I can see and some that I can see only when they happen. I am amazed anyway that you do present such an excellent image." She smiled. "And how do you feel?"

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