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“Do you really think so?” Joe asked again. He couldn’t wait to do without
the wig.

“Do you want me to call Sally?” Linda asked. Sally was Linda’s
hairdresser.

“Will you have to tell her about me?” Joe asked.

“Not if you don’t want her to know.” Linda said. “I doubt if she would
believe it anyway. I can tell her you are your sister, from St. Louis or
somewhere, if that’s what you want.”

“Yeah, I do.” Joe considered. “I don’t want everybody knowing about this
yet. Not until I’m sure we can’t be changed back.”

Linda sat down next to Joe, and picked up the cordless phone beside the
lounge and punched in a number.

“Sally, this is Linda Mitchell. Hi. Yeah, I’m fine. No, I have someone
here who I’d like you to see. He…She needs her hair done…its very
short…a friend cut it for her and she hates it. Yes. I think that would be
ok. Just a minute.” Linda looked at Joe.

Linda started to run her fingers through Joe’s natural hair. It was
slightly damp with persperation, and it smelled faintly of the perfume he put
on earlier. Joe leaned back and enjoyed her gentle touch. With his body
feminized as it was, everything that touched it felt different now, usually
more sensuous. He still hadn’t adjusted to the heightened sense of touch.

“Why don’t you have your hair done?” Linda asked. “You don’t need to wear
that wig.”

“What do you mean?” Joe asked. “My hair isn’t long enough yet, is it?”

“Well, it could be a little longer.” Linda agreed, pulling his hair down
in front, like bangs. “But I think there might be some kind of style that
would work with the length you’ve got.”

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