my eyelids with just a trace of blue, and applied an artful touch of rouge to my cheeks. My lips she had painted with masterful talent, re-shaping them into a feminine pout and tinting them with subtle care, so that they appeared completely feminine yet not overly made-up.

"And the genius of it is that that stuff won't wash off, no matter how wet you get it," Mavis beamed, admiring my appearance, "the curl will stay in your hair, the blush in your cheeks, the lipstick and mascara... they're all irremoveable; Just like that other thing you're wearing!"

I blushed at her words, remembering the most important part of Evelyn's work. For as I had laid there on the carpet, she had lowered my panties and done something to my male organs. Just exactly what it was, I couldn't be sure, but I had a general idea. She had tucked my manly genitald back between my legs and somehow glued them back there, away and out of sight. She said something about a special glue as she put a semi-rigid plastic net over my crotch to hold my equipment securely back there, then fixed a small triangular wig over the net, transforming it into a perfect replica of a woman's pubic thatch! Now, from head to toe, I would look completely feminine, no matter what I was wearing or not wearing, as the case might be.

This got me to thinking about the plans I had made for Mavis and her girlfriends, and just the thought of how close I was to trapping them outdoors in the altogether made my cock stiffen.

Or stry to stiffen. For as soon as my organ began to swell in that tiny little package glued to my crotch, I felt an awful, cramping ache in my balls. With a shock, I realized that the pain came from my own cock pressing up against my scrotum in that confined space. MY balls were being squeezed by my own erection!

"What's wrong, Dearest?" Mavis asked, seeing the look of pain flit across my feminized features, "Is that thing uncomfortable?" "No, it's not that," I managed, forcing myself to calm down, "It's just I -uh-"

Mavis laid a finger alongside her chin and looked at me suspisciously.

"You're not getting turned on are you, Love? By the way you look, I mean?"

"Uh-er-no! Not -uhat all," I replied, caught somewhat offguard by the question.

"Because I shouldn't be at all surprised if you were, you know. I mean there are many men who adapt to the feminine role very successfully. They go about made up just as you are, and they serve as maids and such for dominant women. Would you like to put on a . maid's apron and little cap? No? Well, anyway I think you look just priceless like that! And to think I have you all to myself all night!"

"What do you mean?" I asked, "I was planning on going back

to my place tonight. I mean--" I hurried on as Mavis started giggling,

"I certainly wouldn't mind staying, it's just that.... What's so funny?"

"You are!" She tittered, "I was just trying to picture you going back to your place looking like that: All dressed up in your suit and tie, with your makeup and pretty curls, not to mention your enlarged bosom and derrière! What a sight you'd make!"

"I hadn't thought of that," I admitted.

"No, Sweet, you hadn't. But it wouldn't do to try to remove that makeup and then reapply it first thing in the morning. So you'll just have to stay the night here. After all, I have your gear and clothing, so you'd might as well. Besides," Mavis put a loving arm around my waist and drew me near, "I've some plans for you, Dear Girl!"

Some plans indeed! It was fortunate for both of us that we'd started early, for Mavis seemed nearly insatiable that night. Time and again, she tugged my painted face into her crotch, urging me to pleasure her once again with my red lips. And time and again, she throbbed in delicious orgasm, flinger her knees wider to assist my probing, flickering tongue. Then, as she rested, she would look down at me with a sort of secret smile; and the sight of me, all smooth and feminine in one of her nighties, turned her on all over again and we'd start once more.

It must have been wonderful for her. For me, it was incredibly frustrating, not being able to climax, or even to get too excited, fearing the crushing pressure of my cock, against my balls inside the false pussy I wore. I desperately wanted to stop, but Mavis' passion continued unabated for what seemed like hours. It made me wonder if perhaps she was some sort of lesbian after all, like those girls she associated with. But at long last she tired, and the two of us drifted off to sleep.

Of our journey the next day, I shall be brief. Mavis and I were up at the crack of dawn, showering off last night's passion, dressing in simple underwear, slacks, blouses and hiking shoes, and carrying our light packs down to the taxi that took us to the Bus Station. There, I was introduced to our two hiking companions, a tall red-head and a short blonde named Claire and Sylvia. Mavis told them quite truthfully that my name was Pat, and shortly thereafter the three of us were on our way.

Two hours later, the Bus set us off somewhere Up-State. It

was the intersection of two County roads, but to me, looking around at the acres of farmland on one side and the wall of trees on the other, it looked like the junction of Nothing and Nowhere.

Nonetheless, Mavis checked her watch and compass as we shouldered our light packs, and she led us off into the wall of woods. As we got a little closer, I began to make out a faint trail between the trees, and before I knew it, we were deep into the woods, on a narrow but fairly easy path through the tall greenery that soon surrounded us.