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Replacement Therapy 111 By Cheryl Lynn This is fiction and any resemblance to any person, place or thing is coincidental. Please read prior chapters before this as they are crucial to understanding this chapter. Maybe downloaded for personal use only. Other use is strictly forbidden unless approved by the author. Comments are welcome on grammar and story line; however, derogatory comments over the treatment of characters or story plot are not. Author may be contacted at [email protected]. Replacement Therapy III "I can't believe she's done this to me. Mildred has me enrolled in a girl's school taking a girl's curriculum. I don't want this! I want to go to collage and become an engineer. If I can't change her mind, I'm going to become a darn secretary or at best a nurse. I don't want to be either," Ashley thought as he stood before the mirror. Mildred had made sure that during his registration for school he would be at his feminine best. She awoke him a five that morning and ushered him into the bath. There she made sure that he douched, not once but twice and had a flowery scented bath. She watched as Ashley carefully shaved legs, underarms and groin. He had called his underarms "pits" once, long ago, and received a stinging slap for it. "Young ladies have underarms!" she almost screamed, "and Ladies have breasts or bobbies, never ever refer to them as 'tits'. Remember, you are a lady, not some cheap cow. I will not allow it!" When she finished her tirade, she stuffed the soap filled wash cloth into his mouth until he finished shaving. Ashley would not forget that lesson. It was just one of many in which he learned the language of women. Women did not 'fart' women 'fluttered', women 'glowed' they did not 'sweat' were just a few of the vocabulary differences women used when referring to their body's functions. Of course, there were the myriad of additional descriptive adjectives he had to learn that women use when describing clothing, their physical surroundings and other people. He found himself using words he would never have considered using on a frequent basis, like "adorable," "dear," "darling," "cute," and "precious". While he did not understand Mildred's insistence that he constantly use these new words, their use played an intricate part in changing the way he thought. Mildred could be considered a crazy psychotic woman or at the very best eccentric but she was innately given a keen insight into the psychological aspects of the human mind. Additionally, her knowledge of the use and effects of certain oils and teas did not come from any textbooks but from folk knowledge handed down by her Mother that helped her deal with womanly issues. While psychotic by any definition, she was very intelligent. It had been easy to explain to the school officials that it had been her Step-son that had died in the accident, not her daughter. It was all a mistake in the death certificate caused by a typographical error. Someone had typed an "F" instead of "M" and that had been corrected when she took Ashley with her to the Hall of Records. It was going to be the first time Ashley would be leaving the house since the funeral. He was literally shaking in his heels when Mildred told him. He pleaded and actually got down on his knees to beg her not to take him out looking the way he did. He not only didn't get any sympathy but received a sever spanking on his girdled behind for his effort. The next morning, dressed in a grey woolen pencil skirt, billowing white polyester blouse with lacy frills that revealed the white lace slip underneath, sheer hose and black three inch stiletto pumps he was pulled out the front door and into a brand new world. Under dire threat of severe consequences, he appeared before the officials in City Hall. Ashley was not only afraid of what his Step- mother would do to him if he did not comply but was even more afraid of what would happen if anyone discovered who he really was. If discovered, he would be declared a "queer" and "Homosexual" which would effectively end his life. So he nervously stood before the judge and declared that "Yes, he was indeed Ashley, the daughter of Mildred and that a mistake had been made." When questioned about why she had not appeared sooner to clear up the error, he replied, "I was too distraught and under medical supervision due to the shock of losing my Father and Step-brother." It did not take the judge long to decide the issue. Standing before him he saw a petite young lady with all the right curves, dressed fashionably, shy and soft spoken but, obviously, a young female. In his opinion, there was no need to call in the police investigators or representatives from the hospital that actually witnessed the death as no boy could ever look that feminine. Case closed and Ashley, female, was declared alive and well under the law. He was still nervous and slightly pale looking as they left the judge's chambers. Wanting Ashley to experience more of being in the public eye, Mildred took him to a nice restaurant for a light lunch. His anxiety increased as he realized he had to use the restroom but didn't know what to do. Seeing him fidgeting as they finished eating, Mildred asked him what was wrong. Hearing his answer, she giggled and stated that problem was easily solved. Standing, she reached into her bag and pulled out some money to pay the tab and told him to follow her. She led him directly to the door marked, "Ladies" and pushed it open. "Come on dear, there is nothing to worry about. It's just us girls in here. Just pick a stall and do your business as you've been taught and nothing will go wrong. Don't put your handbag on the floor. Hang in from the hook on the door. Now hurry up if you want to get started on home," she told him. Seeing no other option and with no one else in the room, Ashley did as instructed. It felt strange to be sitting in a public restroom with his girdle and panties around his ankles and skirt bunched up around his waist as he tinkled. Another term he had learned to use instead of "pee." Girls "tinkled" they did not "pee" and most certainly they did not "shit," they "pooed." Exiting the stall, Ashley started for the sink when two women entered the room. He stopped in his tracks startled by their arrival. "Sorry dear if we scared you. Just need to use the facilities," one of the women said as she walked past towards the stall he had just vacated. Lowering his head and blushing slightly, he went over to the sink and washed his hands. Mildred whispered softly telling him to fix his face and touch up his hair as he dried his hands. Ashley let out a sigh of relief as they exited the restroom and headed out to the car. By the time they had gotten back to the house, he was both mentally and physically exhausted. Mildred sent him up to his room for a nap which he gladly accepted. In his room Ashley kicked off his heels with a sigh of relief and flopped down on the bed. Putting his hands back under his neck, he stared up at the canopy. "I can't believe she took me outside. Not looking like this at least. I thought with school approaching she would forget all this nonsense and let me be myself. I can't believe that judge. He actually thought I was her. I fooled everyone today even those ladies in the bathroom. No one gave me a second thought. I can't believe she's changed me so much. If I've changed so much, how can I ever get back to being me?" With that final thought he cried until sleep put an end to his misery. So here he was wearing virginal white undergarments which consisted of full cut tricot panties with a pink bow at the center of the waist band, white high-waist panty girdle with sparkling floral embroidered diamond support panel and long-line bullet bra. Sitting at his vanity, he applied foundation, black eye liner and mascara, blue eye shadow and a bright luscious pink lipstick and finished with a dusting of powder. Picking up a bottle of "Tabu" perfume, he liberally applied it to neck, behind the ears, between his breasts and under his knees. He put pearl drop earrings with silver clasps into his lobes after brushing out his hair into a high pony tail tied off with a bright white satin ribbon. He then put on the white cotton long-sleeved blouse with a small rounded collar. He stepped into the blue and green woolen tartan pencil skirt lined in champagne satin. He secured the back button and zipped up the small zipper in back of the skirt, then raising the skirt, pulled the blouse snug against his body. Smoothing out the skirt, he couldn't help but notice the sharp "V" of his bosom crated by the bra and tightly tucked blouse. Taking a small pink silk scarf, he slid it under the collar of the blouse and tied it into a small neat bow at his throat. A two inch wide black patent leather belt with gold buckle was added to accessorize the skirt. Sitting down he put on a pair of white bobby sox and slid a pair of black and white saddle oxfords on his feet. He placed a silver charm bracelet on his right wrist and a small silver watch with white leather band on his left. A small pearl ring was put on his right ring finger to complete his dressing. As he put on these accessories, he unconsciously checked to make sure his pink pearl blush painted nails were immaculate. Next, he went over to the full length mirror on the back of his closet door and examined his reflection. Reflected back was a very pretty young teen that could be anywhere from fifteen to twenty years of age, smartly dressed, just the right amount of makeup with a trim feminine figure. The only features keeping that image from being drop dead gorgeous were a slightly large nose and round chin. A single tear formed in his right eye as Ashley turned from the mirror. Oooo Before he knew it, Ashley was standing before the doors of the school with Mildred beside him holding his hand. It had taken every threat his Step-mother could pronounce plus incredible bravery on his part to get this far. The absolute fear of discovery and the sure knowledge that no matter what, he would attend this girl's school, gave him the strength to stand there determined to do his very best at being Ashley the girl. Beside the white painted door was a large polished brass plaque that read, "Ann Parker School for Girls." The Anne Parker School for Girls was a red brick ivy encrusted Federalist period styled building. Its motto was, "Old fashioned values with classic learning for the modern day woman." The Headmistress was Miss. Edwina Parker. She appeared to be in her early fifties with slightly graying hair tied in a tight bun at the back of her head. She wore a conservative grey woolen suit consisting of just below the knee pencil skirt, white blouse and Eton styled jacket. Her face was slightly wrinkled, covered in minimum makeup and had a stern no nonsense continence. Her thin unpainted lips smiled tightly as Ashley and Mildred entered her office. After the introductions were made and they had been seated, Miss. Parker began her standard speech. "Mrs. Cooper, I want to thank you for choosing our school for the further education of your beautiful daughter. As you are aware, I run a very strict school with lots of individual attention paid to proper mannerisms and protocols to insure that your daughter is taught to be a proper young lady. While in our care, she will be instructed not only in basic core subjects as required by State law but poise, etiquette and home making essentials. All those essential skills needed to make a proper modern wife plus instruction in either of two core subjects so that, if needed, she may gain employment until she finds her future husband." She paused and waited to see if Mildred had any comments. Seeing none she continued, "We offer two employable skills. The most popular, our Secretarial program and our Nursing program which provides the basics in order to felicitate her acceptance into a good nursing school. Seeing how much schooling she has already missed, I am in agreement with you that she should be dropped back to her sophomore year and entered into our Secretarial program. However, I would like to have your daughter's agreement before we continue." Miss. Parker looked at Ashley with a steely gaze for his reply. Instead of speaking up and denying that he wanted any of this, he couldn't look her in the eye and bowed his head in mute acceptance. "Very well then, it's settled. Here is your class schedule, a copy of the standard rules of behavior and dress while attending class, your locker assignment and curriculum outline. If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to contact me Miss. Cooper and I look forward to seeing Ashley in class first thing Monday morning. My secretary will provide the necessary texts before your leave. Good day ladies," she concluded the interview. "This can't be happening, a girl's school, secretarial studies and a strict code of discipline. They aren't teaching me to be anything but a housewife and how can I be that? I don't care what Mildred thinks or Miss. Parker that is definitely one thing I can never be. I have English, History, Basic math, Dictation and Stenography, Typing and on alternating days, Poise/Deportment and Grooming/Etiquette. To make matters even worse, I'll be in classes with a bunch of real girls. I won't be able to fool them and my secret will be out in the open. I'll be dead meat. I have got to convince her not to do this to me," Ashley thought as he examined his class schedule. Determined, he approached his Step-mother and declared that there was no way he could attend that school. He tried to look her in the eyes as he made his argument but could only stare down at his feet. The vision of his bosom obscuring the sight of his shoes did not help to stiffen his backbone. He took several steps back and scrunched his shoulders when Mildred rose from her chair as he finished speaking. He was afraid of the coming slaps to his face or worse as he saw the expression on her face. She surprised him, when instead of the expected slap in the face; she put a Motherly arm around his shoulder and turned him to face the hall mirror. "Ashley, why do you keep insisting on not going to that school? You have been cooped up in this house entirely too long. It is time you came out of your depression and begin mixing with other young ladies. Look into that mirror and tell me what you honestly see there? As you can see, it's a reflection of a very pretty young lady, a sad one but still a young lady none the less. A young lady that knows her way around a house, one that is familiar with the latest fashion trends and makeup techniques and I'm sure, knows as much about the latest teen idols and bands as the next. Your continued development as a lady requires you to socialize with not only other girls but boys as well. Now don't get your panties in a bunch, you won't have to deal with boys just yet. That is why I decided on a girl's school. So why should you be so worried about going to school with a bunch of other young ladies such as yourself? With your knowledge you will easily fit in with the other girls. Now go to your room and just think about what I said. I don't want to hear anymore misgivings from you or it will be back into your corset," she said. Back in his room Ashley sat before his vanity mirror with his hands propped up under his chin examining his reflection. Every now and again he would glance down at the pink silk bow at his neck and the swell of the white cotton blouse over his breasts. On the vanity top between his elbows was the unopened copy of the school rules. The cover displayed a picture of a young teenaged girl that looked almost exactly like Ashley. "Oh my, what has she done to me? All I see is Ashley, all I do Ashley once did and my whole life is nothing more than a reflection of her. Yet, I'm still me below the surface. I am still a boy no matter what everyone else thinks. I still like girls and want so much to do my old boy things but just look at me now. She has destroyed my body and pretty well screwed up my mind as well. Not content to just keeping me closeted in the house as her daughter, she wants me to go out into the world as well. It's hard enough having to live this way at home but how can I possibly cope out there? Not everybody can be that blind and stupid as to whom I truly am, can they? If I let my pubes grow out even I couldn't tell that I was a boy. Some how it has shrunk away to nothing and it doesn't work anymore. It has to be those birth control pills she makes me take daily. So maybe, on casual inspection, no one would guess but eventually I will have to be exposed to closer scrutiny. So what happens to me then? I'll tell you what, my life will be over," he thought as he broke out in tears. He did not know how long he had been crying but his Step-mother's voice telling him to come to the kitchen for some tea brought him out of his reflections. Ashley took a tissue and removed the streaks of mascara and fixed his makeup. There wasn't anything he could do about his reddened eyes, so smoothing out his skirt, left the room to join Mildred. Oooo As much as he dreaded it the first day of school was upon him. Again dressed in virginal white undergarments, white starched cotton short- sleeved blouse with pointed collar and delicate lace trim, grey wool with a pink poodle embroidered to the upper right side skirt reaching to his knees with two white net petticoats, bobby sox and saddle shoes, he was dropped off at the front entrance by Mildred. As he approached the entrance, Ashley sighed, "Since I'm going to be here, I'd better be as convincing as I possibly can. Mildred hasn't given me any choice and I have no way to change what she has done to me. Why do I feel like a man walking up the steps to meet the hangman's noose?" Reaching out to open the door, he thought with finality, "Oh well, here comes Ashley, no longer a boy, just your average teenaged girl. Now, if I can keep that thought, I just might survive this day." He tried to ignore the hustle and bustle going on around him as he made his way to his locker. It was struggle enough trying to keep all his school books from tumbling from his hands. He had eight books of varying size and thickness that were needed for his various classes. He was given the texts when he registered so that he could put covers on them. Putting covers on them wasn't much of a problem. All he had to do was get some grocery bags, cut them out into flat sheets then carefully wrap each book in the brown paper. On the upper outside right corner he had written his name and the subject of the text book. Pulling the key from his white strap purse, he opened the locker and placed all his books into it with a sign of relief. As he stood and thumbed thru the texts to find his first class, American History, his attention was drawn by a cute high pitched voice. "Hi there, I'm Sheryl who are you and you must be a new kid cause I don't remember seeing you here before." "Err I...I'm Ashley and yes, I'm a new student," he managed to reply. Sheryl was a slightly chubby blonde with a pointed chin and upturned nose. Her hair was in a long bob that tucked under with frilly bangs and full scarlet red lips. She was wearing a starched white blouse similar to Ashley's but with a rounded collar, a mid-calf length black pencil skirt, bobby sox and black and white saddle oxfords. She had a big smile as she dumped her load of texts into her locker then turned to face Ashley. "Oh, you are pretty. I would just die to have a figure like yours. So what courses are you taking? I'm taking the Secretarial program. I'm kinda sorry that I didn't take the nursing one though. They get to wear those cute pink candy stripped skirts and meet real doctors. That course requires too much studying for me though. You know, my Momma keeps telling me to marry a doctor but I don't think I will meet one studying typing. What about you?" Sheryl said almost without taking a breath. Ashley was almost breathless himself as Sheryl finally paused. He had never met such an exuberant person before. He didn't know where to start but managed to say, "Thank you and I'm in the Secretarial program too." As an after thought, Ashley hurriedly added, "I like your hair style. It really accents your cute face." Another lesson he had learned from Mildred. "When a woman gives you a compliment, you must always remember to compliment her back," she had informed him. As a guy he never would have thought to do that. If some other guy had told him that he made a great play or something like that, the most expressive response would probably be a punch to the arm. Sheryl reached out and gently touched Ashley's forearm and replied, "Oh maybe we are in the same classes and could sit next to each other. So what's your schedule like? Let me see?" At Sheryl's touch Ashley almost jerked back his arm but managed to stop the automatic response. Mildred had told him on many occasions, "Ladies are touchie-feelie people dear and are very tactile sensitive. We enjoy running our fingers over soft skin, fabrics and such. We are always touching other people as we interact with them. It doesn't matter if it is a boy or girl. Such intimate contact tells the other that you care. If it is a young man, it is even more important to have physical contact with them. They are so insecure that a light touch to the arm or caress of the hand means a lot. Touching not only signals the man that you are interested but also tells other women present to keep their distance. You will learn all this in time sweetie but for now take my word for it." Ashley took his schedule from his purse and handed it over to her. As Sheryl looked it over, a small frown crept to her lips. "Darn, all we have together are first period History, third period English and typing. Come on, I'll show you where our first class is. We need to get there if we are going to get seats together." By the time classes were dismissed, Ashley was exhausted both physically and mentally. Thanks to Sheryl he had met several other girls. Many of his new friends had the same classes and helped him manage getting around his new surroundings. With every introduction, every conversation Ashley grew a bit more comfortable. As long as the girls talked about fashions, makeup and music, he easily held his own. On several occasions, he discovered that he knew more about what was being discussed than they did. It was only when the girls started talking about boys that Ashley felt himself at a total loss. He found himself blushing scarlet when Sheryl talked about her Saturday night date. He blushed even brighter when asked about his love life. Seeing his embarrassment, the other girls just giggled it off. By the time lunch period was over, he felt more confident in his acceptance by the others. Still, in the back of his mind, he wondered when his secret would be disclosed. By the end of the day, that particular worry was eased; yet, it had taken a toll on him mentally. He was more than happy to see Mildred waiting in the car for him. Ooo As the days passed into weeks and the weeks into months, Ashley became more and more immersed in his feminine persona. By the time of Christmas break, he could even converse naturally about what he liked about boys. He had picked up a lot of that information by just listening to his girlfriends. Most girls liked the dreamy eyed boy look, others at how nice of a butt they had and even a few that checked out the foot size. Ashley remembered blushing furiously when Veronica said that the bigger the feet the bigger the dick a boy would have. After four months socializing and being in a total estrogen atmosphere 24/7, he did not worry about being discovered. Giving air kisses, gently touching a friends hand or arm, giving a girly squeal all came naturally without him having to think about it. One evening as he was cleansing his face, Ashley froze as a sudden realization dawned. After months of interacting closely with the girls at school, he had not a single solitary thought of a sexual nature. "Oh my, what has happened to me? I've seen girls in the restroom showing off a new piece of lingerie or exposing body parts that as a boy I would have drooled over. I've even pressed my breasts against theirs when giving hugs; yet, I've never thought about sex! I should have had a massive erection on a daily basis but nothing, nada not a single urge. Something has definitely changed and I don't think it is the clothing she forces me to wear. It has to be those female hormones in my birth control pills. Some how those pills have messed with my mind as well as my body. Shit! Does that mean that now I will like boys? I sure hope not. I'm no queer! What am I going to do? I don't want to like other boys!" he thought. It wasn't until the end of November when his fears returned in full force with the announcement of the end of term formal to be held on the first Saturday in December. Miss Parker's announcement clearly stated that all students must wear a formal gown with opera gloves and were required to attend with a date. The announcement was received with enthusiasm by all the girls. Over the next few weeks it was all they could talk about. Conversations were mostly about what they were going to wear and how much fun it was going to be but foremost in each girl's mind was the boy they would be going with. That topic also occupied Ashley's mind. "I'm going to have to get a date with a boy. What am I going to do? I don't even know any boys. Sheryl and Veronica said they would be happy to fix me up but I don't want a date with someone I don't even know much less a boy. Mildred will have fun with that and I guess I have to tell her sooner than later. I'm going to have to get a formal. I don't think I will enjoy shopping for a dress just so I can impress some other guy. All Sheryl, Jessica and Veronica can talk about is this dress or that dress and their stupid date. Veronica even said that if her David brought her a nice corsage she just might let him get to second base. The very thought gives me shivers. I never in a million years would have thought girls would talk like that about guys and how big their dicks might be. Ugh! I don't even want to go there but will those darn hormones force me to," Ashley thought as he worried over the upcoming dance. Mildred was ecstatic when he told her of the upcoming dance. When he informed her that he needed a date, she clapped her hands in glee and smiling from ear to ear stated that she would ask around. "Oh darling, I am so happy that you are finally blossoming. I'll call Patty at the salon and a few of my other dear friends and see if we can't come up with a proper young man for you to go to the dance with. Of course we will have to find you just the perfect dress for the occasion. This is so thrilling. I almost feel like a teenager again myself," she exclaimed. She immediately began planning a shopping trip to find just the right dress. It was all she could talk about over the evening meal. "Tomorrow is Saturday and we should get over to Sonya's Bridal and Prom shop before the other girls clean it out. I want only the very best for you darling and your dress should be unique enough so that you will stand out in that crowd of girls you go to school with. Heaven forbid you show up to the dance and see another girl with the same or similar dress. That would be awful and we can't have that. We'll need to be there by ten when she opens, so make sure you are ready to go first thing. It will be cold in the morning but try to wear something you can quickly change out of, okay?" she said practically gushing over the prospect. That night as he lay in his bed, Ashley realized he had made a horrible mistake. "Oh crap, I told Mildred that I needed a date for the dance. No telling who she will ask or what she will tell them about me. What if she tells them my secret? She can't do that, can she? We'll both be ruined if she does. She may tell if she thinks she can trust that person to keep my secret. Oh man! What am I going to do then? I should have accepted Sheryl or Veronica's suggestion to let them find me a date," he thought. After a restless night's sleep, Ashley dressed quickly. A pair of peach full cut nylon panties with lacy overlay, matching long-line bullet bra, high-waist peach panty girdle with a brighter peach colored diamond floral embroidered front panel, black opaque nylons, white angora turtle necked sweater and black woolen pedal pusher pants completed his dressing. He quickly applied his makeup and brushed his hair into a high pony tail and fastened it with a black velvet ribbon. He stepped into a pair of black patent leather three inch spike heeled pumps, grabbed his purse and plush white rabbit fur jacket before going to meet Mildred who was impatiently waiting for him. They were the first to arrive at Sonya's and had to wait a few minutes before the shop opened. Ashley was glad to be wrapped in his fur jacket. He loved it not only because it was warm but for the soft downy feel of the fur as it caressed his neck and when he ran his cold hands over it. It felt so sumptuous and sensuous as he hugged it closer to his body. Once the store opened, Mildred quickly cornered Sonya behind the register. "Sonya darling, I am in desperate need of a one of a kind prom dress for my lovely daughter. Can you please be a dear and see if you can fit her with something exclusive?" Sonya smiling broadly looked Ashley over with a critical eye from head to toe. "Well Mildred, I think that I might have just the dress for your darling daughter. Actually I received it by accident and was about to send it back....but...just maybe it will fit her with some minor alterations. Come on back to the changing rooms and let's see what we have." While Ashley was use to being around other girls, he hadn't been exposed in just his lingerie before. He blushed as Sonya took a tape measurer and moved it expertly over his body. She wrote the results into a small notebook while humming as she did her job. "I think the waist may be just a bit too big for that dress but with the proper corset or waist cinch we should be able to make it drape nicely. That was why I was going to send it back. It was a designer dress used a few months back in a New York runway exhibit. You know how impossibly thin those models are Mildred but your Ashley just might be able to pull it off. I don't think there are many girls her age in town that could do that," Sonya said before heading to the storage room. When she returned carrying a zipper plastic bag that filled her arms, Mildred went over to help her. From the bag, Sonya pulled out an amethyst taffeta dress with navy blue lace overlay accents. Mildred held it up against Ashley's body. The dress had a pleated criss- cross "V" neck with navy floral lace overlay on the bodice and full puff sleeves. It had a drop waist full gathered skirt. An ornamental floppy bow with long streamers was attached to the back just above the hip line. The amethyst taffeta glowed with an iridescence that was certain to catch the eye. "It is positively lovely. I don't think I've seen a dress with such shimmering color before. It looks positively regal in every sense of the word. We'll take it," Mildred said as she stepped back as Ashley held the dress close. "Before you say that Mildred, we need to see if we can alter it properly, if it does fit, then you might want to consider its price," Sonya said with a big smile. "Of course, of course, honey, try it on. I can't wait to see my little princess all dressed up for the ball," Mildred said beaming from ear to ear. Reluctantly, Ashley took the dress and with the help of Sonya and Mildred stepped into it. He had to wiggle his hips a bit to get the dress up so he could slide his arms through the arm holes. Both women tugged and smoothed out the dress as it settled upon his frame. It was obvious to both ladies that the waist would have to be either let out about two inches or Ashley's waist reduced by the same amount in order for it to fit. He stood silent as the women poked and pulled at the back of the dress. Finally he was told to step out of it as they had made the decision of what they wanted to do. He was told to wait where he was as the two ladies left on their errand. When they returned, Mildred was carrying a violet wasp waist corset and Sonya several full skirted violet and white net crinolines. Ashley couldn't believe his ears when Mildred ordered him to remove his panty girdle so they could put the corset on. "What? Not here! I'll be naked. Can't we do this at home?" he pled. "Don't be ridiculous dear. It's just us girls and nobody else is around just yet. So if you hurry it will only be me and Sonya here to see. Now get that girdle off," Mildred ordered. Reluctantly, he pulled the girdle down off his hips being as careful as he could be not to expose his little secret. For the first time since his Step-mother began dressing him, he was glad that his manhood was tucked so tightly to his groin. He groaned as Mildred pulled the laces taut behind his back. The violet corset cupped his breasts and ran down to just above his crotch. It was trimmed in vivid white floral lace and made of a lustrous satin. Sonya took her measuring tape and checked his cinched in waist. "Aaaahh, I think we did it. Her waist is now eighteen inches and that should make the dress fit perfectly. Now let's get her into the crinolines and then we can make that dress look absolutely fabulous." Back in his street clothes Ashley breathed a sigh of relief. As Sonya carefully packaged the dress, corset and crinolines, Mildred was rummaging through a pile of handbags and purses. "Come over hear Ashley and help me find the perfect purse to go with that divine dress," she called to him. After several minutes Ashley found a sequined clutch that matched the amethyst dress almost perfectly. The purse was big enough to hold the necessary cosmetics and not much else. It had a long thin gold chain link strap that would let it hang comfortably from his shoulder. From Sonya's they went to a shoe store where after an hour settled on a pair of four inch stiletto pumps in white calf's skin. The pointed toe of each shoe was accented with a small white bow. "We'll drop these off at Milo's shoe repair where they can match the color of the dress to these shoes. Oh, it's going to be cold, so we need to get you a proper wrap too," Mildred told him as they left the store. By the time they arrived home, Ashley had his formal, new corset plus a pair of violet panties covered in white floral lace and pink bows, black ultra-sheer nylons, bright white satin opera gloves, purse and a luscious long-sleeved mink mid-rift jacket that was lined in a supple champagne satin. Ashley couldn't believe how much money Mildred had spent on what he considered a one time event. He had to admit that the jacket felt just too scrumptious for words. The shoes would be ready in plenty enough time for the dance. The shopping trip had been such a whirlwind of activity that Ashley hadn't given a thought about why he was getting such a pretty ensemble. It wasn't until he was hanging the dress in his closet that he remembered that the dress was purchased not just to impress the other girls at the dance but a boy as well. Three days before the big event, there was a telephone call for Ashley. "Hello, yes, this is Ashley. Huh! What? Oh yes the dance. Patty? At the salon? You work there part-time? Unhuh, I guess. The color of my dress? Oh yes, it's amethyst. You know, kinda like purple in color with navy highlights. Just like the gemstone. Yes, okay, around seven. Yeah, okay...n...and thank you," Ashley said ashen faced. As soon as he hung up the phone, he turned to Mildred, "What have you done? That was some boy named Ralph who said he had a date with me to the dance. Why didn't you tell me what you did? I don't want to go out with some boy; especially, one that I've never met before. How could you?" he said breaking out in tears. "What do you expect a Mother to do when her only daughter needs an escort to a big dance? I talked to Patty at the salon where I have my hair done and she was very helpful. She is quite the free thinker and when I explained your...your limitations, Patty told me about this young handsome man that works part-time at her salon. You needed a date. According to Patty, Ralph is gong to be a very good hairdresser in the future and doesn't mind going to the dance with you. In any case, it's done and you will be going to the dance with a young man," Mildred told him. "My....my limitations? She told Patty my secret! This cannot possibly get any worse," Ashley's mind screamed at him. Ooo "Saturday morning! It's here and I am no way ready for this. She has me scheduled for a full make over at the salon and I'm so not looking forward to that. I've never been to a salon before. Mildred has always taken care of my hair. Why is she taking me to a place like that? Is it just so she can introduce me to my date for tonight? I wasn't planning on going to that stupid dance. I was going to tell them on Monday that I was sick. Now I have an appointment at a beauty salon. The girls are always talking about it being a special treat but I'm not so sure about how much of a treat it's going to be for me," Ashley thought as he finished dressing. He was more than a bit nervous entering this totally feminine retreat. The entrance had a pink canopy over it and in gold script said, "My Lady's Retreat," on the frosted glass door. Inside was femininely decorated in whites and lavenders. There were six barber style chairs on one side and six silver domed hair driers on the other side. The most immediate thing that Ashley noted was the diverse smells emanating from the salon. The smells were a combination of ammonia, acetone and floral perfume. A pretty teenager sitting at the front desk noted their arrival and told them, "Patty will be with you in just a minute." A woman wearing a baby blue satin smock with a large floppy white satin bow soon approached and introduced herself. Patty was middle aged and perfectly coifed and her makeup was a little overdone for daytime wear. She was friendly and talkative as she led Ashley over to her station. In a way, she reminded Ashley of Sheryl in that her conversation was none stop. By the time he was seated, Mildred and Patty apparently had decided upon Ashley's new look for the dance. As Patty worked on his hair, a manicurist attached false nails that extended about three quarters of an inch past his finger tips and painted them in a rich plum color. A pedicure followed with the same lacquer applied to his toes. Much to Ashley's surprise, the experience was very relaxing. He almost fell asleep when Patty applied a facial mask after setting his hair in large rollers. While she worked on his hair, Patty kept up a continuous conversation. She seldom seemed to pause for a breath as she chatted first about Ralph, about Ashley's dress and endless other feminine tidbits. When she first mentioned Ralph, Ashley tensed but hearing that she had given him the day off, he relaxed. He really wasn't looking forward to meeting him and the longer that meeting took the better Ashley liked it. Three hours later, Ashley emerged from the salon with light auburn colored hair and professionally applied makeup. Mildred and Patty had decided that his hair should be styled in a large bouffant flip, parted in the middle with feathered bangs. A heavy application of hair spray set the bubble head style in place and all that was needed to complete the look would be a rhinestone tiara. Standing before his full length mirror, Ashley could barely believe the creature that was reflected back. "It's me but it really isn't me. She's beautiful! I look just like a princess," he thought as he swished his skirts about his very feminine looking frame. The dress fell to just above his ankles and radiated vibrant purple to pink hues as the fabric twirled in the light. His white satin gloved arms moved rhythmically swishing the skirts and crinolines to and fro as he viewed his image. The heady aromas of makeup, perfume and hairspray filled his mind with their sensuousness. When he slid the mink jacket onto his shoulders an electric shock of pleasure made him shiver all over. The combined sensations where so overwhelming that Ashley, the boy, disappeared and he felt truly feminine for the very first time. Ooo Promptly at seven the doorbell rang. Mildred answered the door while Ashley waited nervously in his room. "A lady always lets her beau wait a bit before making her grand entrance. Doing that increases his suspense and gives her enough time so that when she arrives, everyone's attention will be focused on her entrance," Mildred informed him. Ashley entered the living room clutching his purse tightly. Ralph was sitting on the couch but quickly stood as he made his entrance. Ashley could see a look of complete surprise on the young man's face. He stood about six feet tall, muscular with a broad chest, wearing a grey tuxedo with a lacy light pink shirt and brighter pink pleated cummerbund. What stood out the most was Ralph's fire engine red hair in an Elvis pompadour style with full sideburns. "If it weren't for his attire, I wouldn't have guessed that he worked in a beauty salon. Everybody knows that only queers worked in a beauty salon. It not a job any self respecting man would ever take. At least that is what I heard from all the girls at school. At least I won't have to worry about him trying to get to second base with me," Ashley thought as he looked Ralph over. It was an awkward moment for the both of them but Mildred stepped in to make the introductions. After they said hello, Ralph handed Ashley a box containing a corsage of three beautiful purple orchids surrounded by a veil of violet eyelet lace netting. Smiling broadly, Mildred pinned it securely to Ashley's left bodice while stating, "Oh my, this is just so darling and it goes beautifully with your dress dear. I think you should thank Ralph with a little kiss to the cheek. Don't you?" "A kiss? It's starting already. Mildred actually wants me to kiss a boy I just met. I don't want to kiss him but she's left me with no choice. At least I don't have to kiss him on the lips, ugh! Come on you can do this. Just pretend that it's Sheryl you're kissing," he thought as he moved to comply. Just as Ashley rose slightly on tip toe, Ralph turned his head and their lips met. Ashley jerked back in both surprise and disgust. His first reaction was to wipe his mouth then spit but the reality of the situation stopped him before he could act. Instead, he stepped back several paces blushing fiercely. "Oh how sweet, I got to see my daughter's very first kiss. Now young man, Patty said a lot of nice things about you but I expect you to show Ashley proper respect. The dance will be over by eleven-thirty and I expect you to deliver my daughter home no later than twelve- thirty. Is that understood?" Mildred said smiling from ear to ear. Agreeing to the curfew Mildred escorted them to the door. "You two have a wonderful time at the dance. Ashley I expect to hear all about it in the morning. I can't wait to hear all the details. Remember, twelve-thirty and not a minute later," she admonished them. "That dress simply looks divine on you, you know. I can see Patty styled your hair. It's so Annette Funicello from the Beach Movies with Frankie Avalon. I just love those movies, don't you? I love all musicals, especially Broadway. I plan on going to New York or Hollywood someday. It's so backwards here that we can't really express our true feelings without some red neck trying to punch our lights out or worse. I guess it's a little easier for you since you look so much like a girl. In some ways I envy you. You can go anywhere, do whatever you want and get to wear sumptuous fabrics without the fear of being beaten up," He said as he put the car into drive. As the car pulled from the curb, he patted the seat beside him, "Why don't you scoot that pretty ass of yours over here like a real girl. We have to maintain appearances, you know," he said as they drove off. "Wha...what.....you know that I'm not a girl? Who told you? How did you find out? Who else knows?" Ashley stammered taken by complete surprise. "Oh, it seems like I hit a bull's eye! Beside the fact that you just admitted it to me, as far as I know, maybe Patty and I but...I'm not positive she really knows your secret. Your Step-mother only told us that you were afraid of men when she talked to us. I just took a wild guess and you proved me right. There was nothing specific about you or anything that would give you away. It was just a hunch. That's all, just a hunch and you spilled the beans," he said. "Well...well now that you know....you can take me home. Just promise me you won't tell any body," Ashley replied. "Oh no, we're going to the dance and I, for one, are planning to have a great time," Ralph said with a big grin. "You know my secret and still want to take me to the dance?" Ashley said surprised. "This is a small town and it's hard to find the right kind of company, if you know what I mean. You know damn well what would happen if I went to a dance with another boy. You can imagine the scorn and hate that would be directed at us if we danced together. I don't even want to think about what would happen if we kissed in public. Don't look so shocked, it's a fact of life that some guys are attracted to other men. I just happen to be that kind of guy. Now scoot your ass over here so I won't have to raise my voice," he told Ashley. Ashley sat where he was for a few moments cursing his own stupidity, then seeing the glare in Ralph's eyes, decided to do as he was told. Grabbing his skirts so they wouldn't bunch, he slid closer. "So....errr.....what does that have to do with me?" Ashley tentatively asked. "Going out with a beautiful girl, on the other hand, would be totally acceptable. I find that idea welcome refreshment from the life I've been forced to live. No more sneaking around, no more jumping at the slightest noise and I won't have worry about getting the shit kicked out of me. With a girl on my arm, I won't have a worry and I can indulge my intimate inclinations. So of course.... I intend to blackmail you into becoming my steady. Well, at least, until I fly this berg to make myself famous. Who knows, maybe you will want to come with me when I go," he said with a leer. "Yo...you can....can't be serious? Pat...Patty said you were a nice guy. How could you think of doing something like that? I don't like boys and I am certainly not a que...errr...I'm not like you in the least! I can't help it if my Step-mother makes me dress this way. Just as soon as I graduate, I'm outta dresses and this place," Ashley responded shaken to his very core. "Look sweetie, I don't care why you are the way you are or what you plan to do.....and I am a nice guy when I want to be. Just don't piss me off! All I care about is having some fun and companionship while I'm stuck here. So let's get something straight up front. Unless you want your secret all over this town by tomorrow, you will do whatever I say, whenever I say it! He almost screamed. "Oh shit! He is really serious. How stupid! I can't have him blurting out that I'm really a boy. No...not now! Where was he when Mildred started doing this to me? Back then, it could have stopped all this madness. Now it is too late. Everyone knows me as Ashley. If it came out that I was a boy, the girls would kill me and....n...and I'd be thrown under the jail. I've got to stop him from doing that," Ashley thought. Ashley looked up at Ralph in total shock still trying to believe that this was all a dream. "N....no...you can....can't be serious. I won't...I can't. Please, don't make me do this," he finally stammered as he pulled the mink jacket closer to his body. "Look bitch, I've put up with you homophobes and holier-than-thou so- n-so's all my life. I don't care what you say or think. You look the part, you act the part and you fit into my plans. I'm no submissive fairy. I like the top and being the boss. If I have too, I can be rough or I can be nice. The choice will be up to you. Now that I have a chance to enjoy myself, I'm going to do it. Now I don't particularly like girly-boys but you will have to do. I really don't care how you feel but when you are with me; you are going to be my adoring girlfriend. Now you make up your mind before this dance is over or I have to make a startling discovery," he said with menace. Ooo The dance was pretty much a blur as Ashley's mind was totally absorbed with what Ralph had demanded. Visions of his dick, as small as it now was, being reveled as his skirt and petticoats were raised above his waist by his best friends with his panties down filled his mind. He could hear their screams of outrage, their threats and hatred at what he was. Their taunts were nothing compared to the envisioned mayhem of what their clawing nails did to his body and clothing. He remembered introducing Ralph to all his friends, dancing in tight embrace, talking to Sheryl and the others in the bathroom but little else of the dance. His mind was just too filled with the horrors of his discovery. He did remember telling Ralph that he would do whatever necessary to keep his secret safe. It was the last dance, a slow waltz, when Ralph demanded an answer. They were in the middle of the dance floor, bodies pressed together. "Well what's your decision? Do I tell all your friends? What do you think will happen when they eventually pull up your skirts? Oh, they won't believe me at first. I'm sure you have thought about that but their curiosity will make them want to know for sure. So, it will be only a matter of time. Like I said, I can be nice when I want to be. Just tell me that you will be my steady girlfriend, treat me like any loving girl would and do what I tell you until I leave this place. So, if the answer is yes, give me a great big kiss," he whispered in Ashley's ear. Now they were on their way home, sitting side-by-side. Ralph had placed Ashley's left hand on his groin telling him to keep it there like a lover should. Ashley went pale at the very thought of putting his hand on another man's penis but kept it there. Instead of taking Ashley home, Ralph pulled into a deserted cul-de-sac and parked. The street was lit by a single light and there was new housing construction erected on several lots. Ashley tried to pull his hand away but Ralph held it tightly in place. "Now we are going to seal the deal. You are going to do what I want, now aren't you? You know, all I have to do is lay on the horn and sooner or later a cop is going to show up. Of course, by then, your panties will be off, your face might be a little bloody and the cops will find a distraught male pointing at your secret. I will get sympathy while you...you will go to jail. So now you have another choice and I am not going to force you. It's your decision but if you make the wrong one, then you can explain everything to the cops. You can undo my pants and take my dick in your mouth, give me a grateful blow job and then swallow it all with a smile on your face or else," he said coldly. Ashley's mind was a whirlwind of turmoil and indecision. On the one hand, he would be forced to do something that was horribly wrong and against everything he knew as a boy. On the other hand, if he refused he was certain that his life would be over. Then again, Mildred raised him to be a lady and ladies did not do that sort of thing especially on a first date. Either way, his mind told him, he was doomed. If he did as told then he would be both a queer and a slut at the same time. His mind did not want to consider the consequences of going to jail. Ralph's demand was nothing compared to what would happen if he found himself in jail. With trembling fingers he pulled up the cummerbund, tugged the button loose and slowly slid the zipper down Ralph's pants. As the pants unfolded to expose the white boxer shorts, Ralph's hand cupped Ashley's chin raising his face so they looked into each others eyes. "I want to see you looking into my eyes as you suck my dick and they better be happy eyes. If I see any tears I just might have to lean back on the horn. Like I said, I want a happy companion while I'm stuck here," he told Ashley. Oooo Sunday morning Ashley woke from a troubled sleep. As he breathed in the morning air he could still smell the hint of cum. "It wasn't a nightmare! I actually did it! Will this smell ever go away?" His anguished mind yelled at him as he rushed to the toilet. The dry heaves over; he stood before the bathroom mirror brushing his teeth, tongue and inner cheeks furiously. "I've got to get that taste out of my mouth and mind. I can't let it get to me like this. I can't believe that Veronica said she actually likes the taste of it. She's a girl and that's different. After I brush my teeth, I'll put some perfume on my upper lip. Maybe that will kill the smell of him in my nose. Oh crap, Mildred will want to know everything about the dance. I can't tell her what Ralph made me do. I'll have to tell her what a wonderful time I had, yeah right, wonderful my ass. I'm gong to have to tell her that I have another date with him on Friday. He told me to wear some pants, forget the makeup and get a haircut of all things. He wants me to get a duck tail cut so I'll look more mannish for him. I can't wait to hear what Mildred will think of that. Maybe she'll be so upset about the changes he wants to make that she won't let me go out with him again. Yeah, that way he'll have to back off and let me be," he thought as he brushed. Back in his bedroom he removed his plum colored negligee, matching baby doll chiffon gown and the violet long-line high waist girdle. Standing before the full length mirror, he examined his body. His head was covered in a purple satin sleep bonnet, there were traces of mascara and eye liner on his eyes and his lips had the reddish tone that only long use of lipstick could give them. Gazing further down, he saw the small coffee cup sized breasts topped off with dark pink nubbin sized nipples. His rib bones were tightly meshed and merged into a slim narrow waist with flaring hips. His pale white bottom could only be described as being very cuppable, round and full. The only distraction from a very feminine body was at the juncture of his legs. A small shriveled penis sagged between his legs, two inches long at best, pressed against an empty sack of flesh. "I can't stand what's she's done to me but the more I stare at my body, I know that there is nothing I can do about it now. Men's clothing wouldn't fit this body and I'd look even more ridiculous if I tried. I'm stuck between the sexes and a freak. Not a woman or a man, just a freak. I'd kill myself except that wouldn't accomplish anything. I'd still be a freak but I'd be dead and I don't want to die. The only choice I have now is to be Ashley, the girl, on the outside and Ashley, the man what's left of him, on the inside. I just want to get away from all this craziness and be by myself. Maybe in time, I can find some place where I will feel comfortable," he thought as he viewed his image. "Ashley, hurry up, breakfast will be ready in few minutes," his Step- mother's voice broke into his thoughts. "Oh crud! I can't put this off any longer. I'm going to have to tell her all about the dance and Ralph. How can I explain to her what Ralph wants me to do with my hair?" he thought as he began dressing. Ooo Breakfast had been a bitch to get through and all the questions...so many questions Mildred had asked him. Some how he managed to escape telling her about what happened after the dance but not about his next date. When he mentioned that Ralph wanted to see him on a steady basis, he had a brief hope that Mildred would object. After all, it was only a first date but that hope was dashed when she clapped her hands together and with a broad smile said, "Oh how sweet! A serious admirer and only after one date." His hope was renewed almost as quickly as it was lost when Mildred's smile suddenly became a frown. "You were a lady?" she demanded. Ashley blushed but managed to nod his head yes. He hoped that she would not dig any further. He decided to tell her that Ralph wanted her to get a hair cut. Ashley knew that Mildred loved his long hair and would object to having it cut. "That will surely make her break my date. No way she'll let me get my hair cut," he thought. Again, she surprised him when she asked what kind of cut he wanted her to get. Smiling inwardly, knowing her reaction, he told her that Ralph wanted it cut into the latest teen craze, a duck tail. "Oh my, a duck tail you say. Is that the style where the sides are slicked back to form a high ridge flipped up in the back? That certainly would be a big change dear. I don't know about that. Is there a picture of it in one of your magazines? There is, well go get it and let me see," she replied. As Ashley went to retrieve the magazine, he was baffled at his Step- mother's reaction. He was sure such an idea to be totally unacceptable to her. He returned with the magazine and as Mildred examined the half-page picture of the style, commented, "Well it is a radical departure from the norm.....eeemmmm....but I don't know. It actually may look lovely with your facial structure. I remember when I had my hair dyed black and put into a cute tucked bob. My Mother had a conniption fit when she saw it but that's how I hooked my first husband Gerald. You know, in a way, your Ralph reminds me of him. So, maybe, it's not such an outrageous idea. I'll have to ask Patty her opinion before I can make up my mind. Now go on and finish telling me all about your date." It was Wednesday, the last day of school until the New Year and it was cold. Ashley wished that he could have worn his new mink but it was inappropriate for school. Instead, he had settled on an old grey lamb's wool overcoat that had been in the back of the closet. He was surrounded by all his girlfriends chatting like magpies. They had spent most of Monday talking about the dance and their boyfriends. When they squared off on Ashley asking about his boyfriend, Ralph, he flamed red in embarrassment. He knew he couldn't tell them that he worked part-time at a beauty salon but convinced them that he was in high school. Like most young teenaged girls, the subject quickly shifted to other topics much to Ashley's relief. The school dance and boyfriends were still a topic on Tuesday but not nearly as heated. After two days of discussing the dance and boys, he was again becoming comfortable talking with his girl friends. It was during one of those casual conversations that Ashley let it slip that Ralph wanted him to get a duck tail and he suddenly found himself the center of attention. A spot he most definitely did not like. "Oh girl, I can't believe you would cut all that beautiful hair off. I wish my hair was as full and gorgeous as yours," Sheryl told him. "Yeah, but just think how easy that would be to care for. Like, I mean it would cut an hour off the time it takes just to shampoo ya know. 'Sides, it's all the rage and soooo cooool. My Mom would have a fit if I asked for one. I can't believe your Step-mom agreed to it. She is, like, so neat. I wish my Mom was that hip," Veronica added. "I have a friend that had her's done and I mean to tell you it was way rad. Like, I mean, she just looks sooooo different. I'd like to get mine done but Mom tells me that boy's wouldn't like it styled that way. She said that a woman's long hair was it's crowning glory and shouldn't be messed with. You're lucky your boyfriend wants you to get it styled like that," Stephanie added. "So, when are you getting it done? Maybe we can all come and watch," Janet asked. "Eeerrr, Mildred set up an appointment for this afternoon right after school," he answered. "You should have told us earlier so we could be there too. Oh well, guess we'll just have to wait until my New Years party to see the new you. You are going to be there with your boyfriend, right?" Sheryl added. "Yeah, sure I...er...I mean we'll be there," Ashley assured her. Ooo Ashley tried his best to get Mildred to stop him from dating Ralph. He told her that Ralph not only wanted his hair cut short, that he wanted her to wear slacks instead of dresses and even not wear any makeup. To his great surprise, Mildred didn't even flinch or bat an eye. "Why darling, I know you won't believe this but I was very much like you when I found my Gerald. I can't begin to tell you the number of times me and Mother went round and round over my dressing and life style. Your rebellion isn't that much different than mine at the time but, if it gets you a husband, then I'm all for it. You know, it would be nice to have some grandchildren to lavish my love on," she had told him. Ashley wanted to gag when he heard that. "Husband! Grandchildren! Indeed that is the last thing in the world that I want much less be able to do. Yet my crazy Step-mother believes that is what I need and what she wants. I don't understand why she spent over a year making me her frilly dolly girl and now can't wait to make me look like a guy again. Like, with what's she's done to my body; I can't ever be a real man ever again. If I have to go through life, I'd rather it be as a woman than some half-assed in-between laughing stock. I'm accepted as a woman now and I can't change that. I certainly don't want to spend time with Ralph either, that weasel," Ashley fumed as he dressed for his date. He was wearing mauve colored full cut briefs with rose lace appliqu?s at the sides and matching bullet bra. He dusted the inside of his matching high-waist girdle with scented talc to make it easier to pull on. As he eased it over his plump hips, he bemoaned the fact that he had to wear them. His back and abdominal muscles were still not strong enough to give him the necessary support. With the girdle in place he carefully rolled beige nylons up his legs. Next, he donned a white starched cotton men's styled long-sleeved shirt. The only difference between the blouse and men's shirt were the placement of the buttons, side darts and a hint of eyelet lace on the collar. This was followed by a new pair of brown kaki slacks with a narrow cordovan alligator belt. The only difference between the slacks men wore was the short zippered fly, narrow belt loops and wide cuffs. Finally, he stepped into a pair of two inch block heeled cordovan lady's oxfords. The shoes felt odd on his feet with their low heels. As he viewed his appearance before the mirror, he was reminded of a picture he had seen of Amelia Earhart without the curly mop of hair. "If nothing else, this proves that I can never be a man again. Even dressed like one and without any makeup, I still look like a teenaged girl. Oh, I hate this hair. I can't believe I let them dye it