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Nicholas put on his wig and then stood motionless waiting for new instructions.  This was the last step in his makeover.  He didn't know where he was or what he was doing.  He was totally within his former wife's control.  She had never forgiven him for what he had done to her during their marriage. It was her time.

"Nicholas," she ordered, "you will walk to the pharmacy."  The pharmacy in question was a mile and a half away.  "You won't notice any of the strange looks that anyone may give you.  When you get to the pharmacy you will pick up some pantyhose, nail polish, lady razors, and feminine sanitary napkins.  You will pay for them.  When the clerk gives you your change you will come out of your trance.  You will know where you are and how you are dressed.  What you do after that is up to you."

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