6 -THE FRILL OF IT ALL!

just remember----don't flirt with my old boyfriends, dearie, or you'll be in trouble."

I blushed but had no choice. "Truce," I said. "Margaret, please stop kidding me. Enough is enough. I have to do this."

"Okay," she said. "I'll stop kidding you if you'll promise to cooperate with me. I intended to do a good job at making you presentable over the next weeks. I want to be really proud of you in the follies. Is that a deal?"

I agreed to her deal and followed her into our bedroom. In no time, she had selected various things from her closet and bureau, sheer nylons, lacy white panties, a white bra, a frilly slip, shirtwaist dress with a floral pattern on it, and yellow pumps with medium heels.

I was mortified but I put all those items on with her assistance. Standing back to look at me, she commented, "I'm going to have to buy you a waist cincher or you'll split my dresses. Now sit on the bed while I make you up.

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"Oh, gee, honey. You don't have to do that tonight," I said feeling thoroughly humiliated.

"Don't argue with me 'Jackie.' Remember the deal? Let's make this fun for me too."

"And putting make-up on me is fun to you?"

"It would be for any woman. You know, 'what's good for the goose, is good for the gander!" Maybe you'll appreciate how long it takes women to get ready now."

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Quickly and expertly, she applied the cosmetics to face. After she was satisfied, she took a long blond wig from the shelf in her closet. She brushed it out a bit and installed it on my head. Then, she stood back to inspect her handiwork.

"Eddie was right! I can hardly believe it," she said. "You're really quite girlish. Look at yourself in the mirror."

I wobbled over to the full length mirror on the back of the door on my unaccustomed heels. I was amazed too! A lovely girl...a very pretty girl was looking back at me. In my time, I had dated a lot of girls who were

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much LESS attractive.

"I'm gorgeous!"

"I wouldn't go that far----yet! BUT! By the time the Follies come around, you'll be able to fool anyone. Are you GAME?"

I blinked my dark eyelashes provocatively at myself. "Sure. What do we do?"

"You just need practice. On nights and weekends, we're going to dress you as a girl so that the feel of the clothing becomes natural to you."

"Not every night!" I moaned making a kissy face in the mirror. "How about on Saturdays?"

"Won't be enough. We're going to teach you how to walk and sit in a proper fashion like a little lady...that takes time! And we'll rehearse your lines until you're letter perfect."

"Aren't we going overboard on this?" I protested, turning my head back and forth making my blonde wig flutter.

The next evening, Margaret came home with an armful of packages and announced, "I charged some things to your credit card."

"WHAT!"

"Wait until you see what you bought!" She opened the packages one by one. One revealed a waist cincher, a set of false eyelashes, and a set of false finger nails. There was even realistic looking breast inserts for my bra. In one package were several pairs of pantyhose which she told me I would have to rinse out at night.

I did my best to resist Margaret's enthusiasm but we were actually having fun. What I thought would be the most embarrassing event of my life was becoming something to look forward to.

"You really think they will think I'm a girl?” I asked.

"Take a look," she said, holding up a mirror. She was always able to make me forget myself and focus on what was at hand.

As the days went by, a routine developed. Imme-