"Good Jane. Now come over and sit at my vanity," ordered my Mother.
"Yes, Mom," I answered quickly.
I went over to the vanity, but stopped when she cleared her throat.
"Try that again, Jane. Like a lady," she rasped out.
I gulped slightly and tried to imitate the way I had often seen Susan walk. She made me do it five times, swatting me with the riding crop until I got it down well enough to suit her. Next, she sat me down at the vanity, used a curling iron to set my hair and did my make-up. I sat there calmly as my own mother transformed me from a boy to a girl.
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it Jane? I think I may have done just as good as your friend Susan did," said Mother wistfully.
I looked in the mirror and saw, once again, the same woman I had before. At my silence, Mother walked back to the bed and motioned me to follow her. Using my best feminine strut, I complied. She smiled at me and the riding crop was, thankfully, still.
"Very good Jane."