The sailor's cap and corn cob pipe completed my costume. We laughed at each other as we walked to my frat house. At the door, one of my "brothers" g...ve me the secret handshake and two glasses of "punch". We both knew the punch was more alcohol than anything else. Nikki and I looked into the other's eyes and slammed the large glasses. We moved from room to room as I explained each display. The living room was a small disco with lights and music filling the room with bodies moving around in. There was a sudden flash of dark fabric and my reflection vanished for a second. Aunt Rose wrapped a cloth around me just like at the barber shop and covered my body from my neck down. She pulled out a comb from a drawer and a pair of scissors. She began combing and clipping and I watched as my dark hair fell across the cover. The bits of hair, small but in clumps, would tumble to the top of my breasts and then hang there. I was captured with the image of this and could see the tips of my. She looked at her reflection and her face became defiant. She had made her decision. She would live with it. The world be dammed!Marsha ran to her mother and they jumped up and down and squealed like a couple of schoolgirls; like sisters, which they did look like; blonde against blonde, only the length of their hair seem to tell them apart. Mother and daughter even giggled alike when the gathering neighbors started to applaud. Carol watched Marsha make the rounds of family and friends, suddenly. Meanwhile, I tried to learn as much as I could about handling the boat and setting the sails. By the afternoon, I could do almost anything that I was told to do, but I did not yet know enough to do things on my own.Okay, I’ll admit it, I was the comic relief for the crew as I fumbled my way through the duties of a deck hand. Scruggs told me later that I had earned a lot of respect from the crew because this was the first time any one of them had ever seen an owner try to do any actual work..