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My aunt made a tremendous fuss when I entered the kitchen, making mestand still as she walked around me.
It was weird wearing girlsclothes but I tried to make the best of it and play along.
I couldn't hear over theroar of the dryer, but Tracy would point to an outfit and then point atme, indicating that I would look good in it.
The smells were strange as wasthe feeling of my hair tickling my neck. She held out my dress and let me step into it fromthe top "so you won't mess up your hair".Aunt Helen now hated all men and lectured me incessantly on how I hadto be faithful to my mother and not contact my father under anycircumstances.