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disbelief. Although he now realized by dint of incontestable proof that his "Beatrice" was not a female at all, still he felt attracted to this bizarre example of the opposite sex. Seeing "her" again in the panties and negligee, Charles couldn't resist an impulse to touch this feminine dream. Softly, he reached out and put his hands on Bill's bosom. The breasts were so soft and yielding, so perfect that they had to be a woman's---and yet they were not. This woman was a man, but a man with a woman's charms and attributes. Charles had never been so perplexed in his life. If he still wanted this "woman", he would have to want the maleness of her body as well. If the illusion weren't so complete, Charles would know how to react. But here was a puzzle which made his senses reel.

As an initiation into his new life as a girl, Charles was coerced to remain in the stateroom and to sleep with Mrs. Baker that night. Before he went to bed, he had to shave his body to make it more feminine. Then he was put into a long, satin nightgown and satin bra and panties. Still not being allowed any climax of his sexual desires, which had been greatly aroused by the evening's activities, Charles was made to sleep next to Mrs. Bak er all night. The shapely mother went to bed entirely naked, to add to the victim's suffering. Knowing she was lying there beside him completely nude was enough to drive him mad, but he was strictly forbidden to put his hands on her for the whole night. With the threat of certain exposure over his head, Charles did as he was instructed. But his penis was in a painful condition during the long hours of that night, and was still in the same shape when he got out of bed next morning.

While he was putting on his lace slip and dress, Charles saw Mrs. Baker stretched out in the nude on the bed with her legs spread provocatively. She had pushed the sheet down and let him see her from head to toe. She was a gorgeous creature. There was a smile on her lips while she looked at him dressing before her. Then, while he stood there, she took something from her stand by the bed. It was a clamp, which she clipped onto her vagina and fastened in place with bands around her body. This device held her woman's organ in the widest, most inviting position, so that a penis could readily slip right inside her just by its own weight. She reached to the stand and took a long vibrator, inserting it slowly into herself. While Charles watched, she enjoyed a leisurely orgasm!

After the girls and two men were dressed in their silks, satins, taffetas, and lovely lace dresses, Mrs. Bak er ordered their breakfast served in the stateroom. The steward arrived with the food and looked very surprised at all the glamorous females. While he placed the silverware, he glanced with interest at Charles smooth, nylon-clad legs. Charles blushed all over, like a young maiden. Before going out again, the steward winked at him. All the girls laughed, including Bill. After breakfast, Mrs. Baker announced a special plan she had for the day. The girls were going to take Charles out for a promenade around the deck, then he was to serve tea at a little party to be attended by his mother, father, sisters, and his aunt! The thought of doing this in girl's clothes made Charles blood race. Bill smiled contentedly.

Right away, they put the plan into action. Charles and Bill led the way, followed by the females of the party. As the two young men minced along the deck in their dresses and high heels, the curious passengers strolling by directed lingering glances at them. Charles felt very awkward in the unfamiliar feminine attire, but he did his best to walk in a ladylike manner to escape suspicion. He swung his hips the way he had seen girls do it, feeling very ashamed of himself for behaving that way. Bill looked at him and smiled approvingly. They made the tour of the ship, visiting every spot where the young men in dresses could be seen to advantage. From time to time they were met by acquaintances, who were introduced to the pretty "girls" by Mrs. Baker. Bill adored meeting people, and he always made a little curtsy. Charles didn't want to do this, but he was instructed by Mrs. Baker to curtsy just as Bill did. Doing such a girlish thing was very disagreeable to Charles. He disliked having to hold the hem of his dress to do it. And every time he curtsied, it was like yielding to the subjugation of the

women.

The smell and vigor of the salt air soon revived their appetites at just about the time for tea. Mrs. Baker took her party to a private drawing room, entering through a small cabin adjoined to it. In the cabin they stopped to change Charles' dress, putting him into a maid's outfit. The costume had been hung there for the purpose. Carol and Paulette helped him into it. Bill put the white cap and apron on him. When Charles was ready, he was taken into the kitchen by one of the girls while Mrs. Baker and the rest went in the drawing room to greet Charles Marston's family.