RUBBER TRANSFORMATION

I had been wondering since the age of about ten what it was like to be a girl. Even when I still thought of them as nuisances, I was curious about how it felt to be one. As a kid I was afraid I would become "queer" if I let myself think about such things and I tried to forget about it, but the idea still come up. I had dreams in which I was a girl.

The fantasy would not go away. As I grew into my twenties I realized that I was not going to be homosexual. I had sex experiences with girls and enjoyed them. Although I can admire a good physical male body, it doesn't do anything for me sexually.

As the fantasy remained, I gave it some consideration. Once I bought some female underwear... a pair of soft lacy nylon bikinis that were barely able to contain my geni30

tals. I got quite a charge out of wearing them under my regular clothes, enjoying the feel of them against my skin and knowing what I had on. The first pair didn't last long. The material couldn't take the weight of my penis and balls. I was also getting tired of washing them out because I didn't dare take them to the coin laundry.

Another time I bought a skirt, after a lot of research to find out how to convert my sizes to women's. There are two systems. I also had to learn about girls' sizes, which are different from women's. I used to put the skirt on and look at myself in a mirror. That was quite a blast at first, but it weakened.

After a while I got up courage enough to ask Mavis DuVal for some advice. Mavis is a young woman who works in the same office where I do. She's divorced and has a fiveyear-old boy. We have an enjoyable relationship without being lovers. She is a friend who rides to work with me. We can discuss all kinds of topics without getting into a sex situation. It isn't that she's not feminine to me. She is a beautiful woman. I have idly thought about the possibility of having sex with her, but hadn't wanted to change the pattern we were in. She likes me, I could tell by many things, and she values my opinion and looks to me for help. When she had trouble with her exhusband, she asked me for advice and help.

One Friday afternoon when I brought her home we were discussing the roles of men and women, so I told her a little of my fantasy.

"That isn't weird at all, George," she said. "Lots of men have that in their minds. Why do you think Milton Berle did the woman act? It gives the men in the audience a vicarious experience at being girls. We women laugh because we know men really feel that way. It's nothing gay

or strange." Then she asked me if she could help me play the part out. It was a great relief not only to talk about it, but to have someone help me plan it. She suggested latex as the most provocative as well as the practical part-it's easy to clean, it lasts a long time, and is strong and stretchable.

We went to the Centurians Bazaar .where I selected my new wardrobe. I got latex hose, high-heeled shoes, panties, a miniskirt, a full-length dress and a boned corset. The last to bring in my waist. I had been working out in a health spa to get it down from 34 to 30, but I still needed some help there. Also, I got some padded bras. Mavis told me the tightness of the corset would