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rubbing their own bosoms in their unbridled passion. Looking still further around, Bill noticed his mother. She had raised her skirts. also, and had lifted her leg over the lap of a nearby female so the latter could insert a long vibrator in Mrs. Baker's excited love organ! While that was going on, two young men came up to Carol and Paulette and presented the girls with a view of two hardened penises ready for action! The men had pulled out their organs through the fly of their pants and soon had these eager penises shoved deeply into the girls. Having seen enough, Bill jumped up and rushed out of the room, seeking the safety and quiet of their stateroom.

Bill changed himself in the room, removing the soiled stockings and cleaning himself up. Now he might have a chance to put on his male clothing again, if there was any male clothing. But, of course, Mrs. Baker had made sure there would be plenty of dresses in their wardrobe, and nothing for males. Not only that, but with the constant hormone treatments he received, Bill now felt an unmistakable liking for the dainty things he was forced to wear. The powerful estrogen had produced a womanly bosom on him, had altered his voice to a female alto, had made his appearance more feminine, and also had given him an urge to be accepted and treated as a female. He was definitely a captive of silks, and he contributed freely to his own condition. In short, he soon dressed himself in heavenly feminine attire, parading in front of the mirror in his mother's satin slip. Then he lounged comfortably on the bed, looking at television and generally enjoying the state of being a pretty little girl.

In about an hour Mrs. Baker and the girls came in looking quite done in. Their hair was rather wild and disheveled, and their clothes looked a little the worse for wear. Carol's lipstick was smeared, and Paulette's stocking had a run. And Bill's mother had some wet stains on her skirt, which she attempted to cover with her handbag. They said nothing to Bill, but went in the next room to clean up. When they came out in pretty silk dresses and with their hair repaired, they were in a better mood. Mrs. Baker sent out for refreshments, tossing Bill a pink satin robe to put on so the steward could come in. Bill wouldn't mind if the steward saw him in a slip, but it wasn't proper deportment, as his mother liked to say. He donned the pink robe, contenting himself to be seen in that. He did make sure the steward got a good glimpse of his legs in sheer black nylons.