KATHY'S DIARY

Here's One Gal

Who Lives

The Good Life!

June 27th through July 4th; a vacation I'll long remember. My own trip to Fantasy Island that I planned for several months.

The program? Getting my ears pierced, my own hair frosted and to live the entire week en femme as Kathy.

Preliminaries began Thurs- day, June 25th. I went as Rick to the beauty salon I've been frequenting going on five years. (The shop has five operators and is located in the heart of down- town Scranton.)

Mary Ann, the owner, pro- ceeded to manicure my nails, adding tips where necessary. I was a little hesitant at first as I still had to work Friday. She only did three and I figured if I cupped my hands, no one would notice.

Dee, another operator, waxed my brows into a thin fem- inine arch. Waxing sure beats tweezing and lasts longer too.

Mary Ann then affixed in- dividual false lashes. (black, me- dium length) They really bring your eyes out.

We then discussed the frost- ing, scheduled for Saturday. FRIDAY, JUNE 26TH

I had nervous butterflies all day at work. My palms were sweaty from concealing the long nails.

I was going over delinquen- cies with my bookkeeper when

out of the blue she asks, "Are those your own lashes or have you taken up wearing false ones? I know I turned deep red. All I could mutter was they're my own. Her reply, "They're gor- geous, I wish I had lashes like yours.

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Every hour was a count- down to my 6 p.m. ear piercing. I left work about 5:30 and head- ed for a nearby mall. I had called earlier in the week to find out the best time to come. The sales gal suggested between five and seven, the dinner hour.

I arrived a few minutes be- fore six. We spent a few minutes going over hundreds of selections I didn't care for the little ball types that are commonly used when first getting pierced. I se- lected little hearts and a small (dime size) hoop.

She proceeded to freeze my ear and sterlilized a large sewing needle. Placing a cork behind my ear, she inserted the needle into my lobe, through it into the cork and pulled it all the way through. She then placed the heart in and affixed the back.

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Presto it took seconds! I didn't feel a thing. Didn't even lose a drop of blood. Of course, I had feared the worse. She then did the other ear as quick as the first.

I wanted to show everyone but, needless to say, made a quick exit to the car, looking in

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the mirror every ten seconds to admire my ears.

It's a neat experience! The earrings are so light, you don't even know you're wearing them.

I was home in 30 minutes. Ann Marie, my wife, was afraid to touch them. As much as she'd like to have hers done, she can't risk the infection chance. I re- lated the experience to her.

The gal who pierced my ears said she did several guys each month, most getting one ear done, but occasionally both like myself.

Friday evening was NEET, as in hair removal. Ann Marie assisted me in ridding of the light hair on my legs and underarms.

She also bought me a box of Topsy Tips to complete my nails. I worked diligently for al- most two hours to achieve what I considered a fairly beautiful set of nails. Once you know how to cut and file them, you'll want to wear them long all the time, if your situation permits, of course. A clear coat of polish com- pleted the creation.

I created a minor problem. I learned quickly that picking things up with long nails isn't easy. Even writing becomes an effort.

After showering, I donned my aqua nightie, shaved extra close, cleansed my face and head- ed off to dreamland.