Next morning I was Ruth. From the tips of my toes to the top of my head I was Ruth. They’d given me the opportunity and I was going to take it for all I was worth.
I confess to overdoing it a little. Although it was morning, I was dressed and made up for the evening. I wanted to be over-the-top feminine just to show that I wasn’t overawed by the occasion, and it felt good. I was liberated.
I paused before going down to meet the Colonel. I’d heard a car arrive about fifteen minutes before and I decided to keep him waiting. I made a final check in the mirror to make sure that I could do this.
I was wearing a ditsy patterned dark blue day dress, with stilettos in a paler blue. My makeup was really heavy, with exaggerated lips and heavy false eyelashes. I’d changed my earrings, both sets, for ones which dropped almost to my shoulders. I’d even chosen a heavy wedding set to put on the finger of my left hand. I’d painted my fingernails, and regretted that they were still boy length; my real problem was the lack of proper breast forms. I’d had to improvise with rolled-up panties, but nonetheless the shape was there.