As I stood looking at my reflected image in the mirror I began to wonder. "Say, where did you find this dress?"
"Aunt Vivian sent it as a birthday present." mother noted casually before removing the pink turban. "We certainly would't be very practical to refuse to wear such a pretty party dress."
"I"ve been tricked," I suddenly protested. "You've planned to put me in this dress since last night!"
"A bargain is a bargain," she reminded. n"Just because I'm smarter doesn't lessen the value of a promise does it?"
"Well no," was the only possible answer. Quietly I stood while she unrolled each curler and took a brush and comb to the tight little roll of golden hair. Across my brow she arranged a short bang crowned by a high pompadour which consisted of teased curls that were gradually tapered towards the neckline. Before my fascinated eyes I had been changed into a girl from head to toe.