26 -THE FRILL OF IT ALL!

crossed her legs sexily.

Training Again...

And so the routine of me returning home from school each night to transform myself into a girl began again. This time, however, Margaret had some new courses to my training schedule.

First, she insisted that I learn to dance as a girl just in case Ted took me dancing. She and Susan spent hours talking girl talk in front of me so that I could sound like a natural young lady.

Susan took notes on my every flaw and what they did to make me more feminine. She was putting all this into her Master's thesis.

I wouldn't have any memorized lines or script to help me as I had in the Follies so they clued me in on how a girl feels when she is out with a boy.

"How are you going to thank Ted?" Margaret asked. "Don't worry, I'll thank him. I do have manners you know." I replied somewhat provoked.

"I don't think you quite understand what I mean.. .he'll want and deserve a nice goodnight kiss."

"No way!?" I exclaimed, realizing then what the real purpose of freshly applied lipstick was. "I can't kiss a boy!"

"Sure you can. . .girls do that kind of stuff, you know? Just close your eyes and relax. Imagine that you're kissing me. It will be over in a moment and all will be well. If you don't give him at least a small kiss, he'll think you're real stuck up."

I moaned.

Finally, that dreadful Saturday arrived. We were in our bedroom putting on the finishing touches to my make-up.

Thankfully, she and Susan had not overlooked any imperfections! What I saw in my mirror was an innocent, young lady dressed in a breathtaking, little evening dress that showed off better than average curves. My smoothly shaven legs were encased in dainty, thin nylons running gracefully up my legs.

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What I saw in my mirror was an innocent, young lady dressed in a breathtaking, little black evening dress that showed off better than average curves.