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really young. It was just me and my dad, so I never learned that stuff. My friends were all like me.”
    Tiffany slipped an arm around the younger woman’s slim shoulders. “You wanna be a knockout?”
    “Would that get me a boyfriend?” Patty’s wistful tone tugged at Tiffany’s heart. “I’ve never had one, and I’ve always wanted one.”
    “How about this: if I make you over and you don’t get a boyfriend out of it, I’ll work weekends for a month.”
    “And if I do get a boyfriend?”
    “You get weekend duty.”
    Patty thought about that for about ten seconds before she extended her hand to Tiffany. “Deal.”
    “Step into my office.”
     
    Since they had no customers that morning, Tiffany put her year of cosmetology school to good use in the shop’s back room. First, she cut six inches off Patty’s hair and then added in layers and bangs that framed her cute face. Keeping Patty’s back to the mirror, Tiffany next applied a subtle but effective layer of makeup that totally changed the younger woman’s appearance. It made her look older and more sophisticated. No one would ever look at her now and think dumpy or boring. Pleased with her handiwork, Tiffany instructed her assistant to stay put while she rummaged through the racks out front for the dress she wanted to try on Patty.
    Taking it to the back room, she directed Patty into the changing room with orders to keep her eyes closed so she could get the full effect all at once. Tiffany waited anxiously for her to emerge. A minute later, Patty drew the curtain aside and stepped out. Her shoulders were hunched, and her fingers clutched the skirt. Their next lesson would be about body language and projecting confidence.
    “Stand up straight,” Tiffany said, making a full circle around the other woman. “Well, glory be! You have breasts!”
    Patty blushed from her chin to the roots of her hair. “So?”
    “That bra is all wrong. I’ve got just the thing. Wait right there.” She returned a minute later with one of the best push-up bras money could buy. “Thirty-four C, right?”
    Patty glanced at her, astounded. “How did you know that?”
    “Since breasts are gonna be my business, I figured I’d better study up.”
    “How does one study for such a thing?”
    “You’d be surprised,” Tiffany said, nudging her back into the changing room. “Don’t look in those mirrors.”
    “I won’t.” This time when she emerged, Tiffany could see right away that she’d been spot-on with the bra. It made all the difference, and, judging from the cleavage she was now displaying, Patty would have more boyfriends than she could handle.  
    “Almost perfect,” Tiffany said.
    “What’s wrong? What does it need now?”
    Tiffany released the top two buttons on the dress to show off more of Patty’s ample breasts. “Now it’s perfect.”
    “Can I look yet?”
    “You sure can.”
    Patty spun around and let out a shriek when she got her first view of Tiffany’s handiwork. “Oh! Oh my God! Is that really me?” She ran her hands over her hair and face, as if she were touching a stranger. Then she turned and hurled herself into Tiffany’s arms. “I don’t know what you did, but you’re some kind of magician or something.”
    Laughing, Tiffany returned her hug. “I took your own natural assets and made the most of them. You have a gorgeous face, gorgeous eyes and gorgeous breasts. Time to show them all off.”
    Patty released her and spun around for a second look. “No one will believe this is really me.”
    “It’s still you, just a new-and-improved version.”
    “I’ll definitely get a boyfriend now!”
    “I have no doubt.”
    “Thank you, Tiffany.” Patty’s eyes were shiny with tears. “This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”
    “It was my pleasure.” And it had helped to kill a too-quiet morning in the store, Tiffany thought but didn’t say.
    The bells on the front door jingled, and the two women exchanged glances.