As we walked, I felt a strange anxiety, almost a sense of embarassment. I was aware of an odd fearfulness and vulnerability within me. I guess it wasn't so strange at that; I mean, here I was, a wealthy and powerful male publisher, looking for all intents and purposes just like a female! My breasts thrust against the bra beneath my blouse as I walked, and my shapely shaven legs rubbed sensuously against the fabric of my hiking pants. How strange it felt to be so-so changed, and so far away from the things that I knew, out here in the unfamiliar forest! I thought that I had prepared myself for this adventure psychologically as well as physically, but as the day wore on, the fluttering in my flat, smooth tummy got worse and worse. I was scared!

Then I stopped (mentally) and asked myself what I was frightened of. I had everything planned out, after all. Mavis was completely in the dark as to my real intentions, and even if she got suspicious after I pulled my little joke, she'd be in no position to get back at me. I was her Publisher, after all. Her book was due out in

a couple of days, but a word from me could kill all the ads, cancel all the talk shows, and dump the thing right on the Remainder tables. And besides, once I pulled this thing off, she'd need me to get clothes for her and the other girls as well. My nipples hardened (a feminine response I was quite used to now, thanks to Mavis) as I thought of these three lovelies stuck out here in the woods with no clothes, and only me to help them. What I was feeling now wasn't fear, it was excitement!

And just as I realized this, we reached the clearing that was to be our camp for the night. It was still early afternoon, but Mavis, with her knowledge of the trail, had planned this stop so that we'd get plenty of rest on our first day out. We enjoyed a light lunch, unrolled our ultra-light sleeping bags, gathered wood for the cook-stove and started a small fire.

Then somebody suggested a swim.

Mavis said it was a wonderful idea. The river only seventy yards or so to the east of us, along a winding, grassy trail was a perfect spot for swimming without bathing suits. Somebody else suggested that we leave our clothes here at the camp and just take our rolled-up towels and bathing caps with us.

My heart was pounding, my throat dry and close as we began to disrobe. Feeling somewhat shy, I walked casually to a spot where the bushes would partially screen me from view, and started peeling off. Mavis and the other girls, eagerly undressing in the open, glanced my way, but made no comment on my modesty. I noted with interest that they were putting all of their clothes into one pack. What luck for me! The thought of how easily I could dispose of that single pack, leaving them all naked, brought a painful hardness to my cramped, disguised crotch, and I had to do multiplication tables quickly in my head before I could even walk.

"Come on, Slow-Poke!" The short, blonde-haired one, Sylvia, called to me.

"Yeah," Claire, the tall red-head chimed in, "Don't be shy!"

"Uh, you girls go on ahead," I stalled, fumbling with my bra, "I'll catch up."

"Don't be silly, Pat," Mavis, standing there nude with the rest of them, looking like the goddess Diana surrounded by her naiads, spoke commandingly, "You could get lost by yourself. Hurry and come along now."

Cursing my luck, still trying to figure out an angle, I reluctantly doffed my panties and, fighting back a blush, walked across to where our four identical packs sat in a neat line. I could see a sort of secret smile playing about Mavis' lips as, as casually as I could, I put my clothes into one of the packs and replaced it, carefully memorizing its position in the line: Their clothes were in the pack closest to the campfire, mine in the pack next to theirs. Then, gathering up the rolled-up towel and bathing cap that Mavis had packed for me, I joined the others and we started off.

What a thrill! How bizarre to be completely surrounded by all this naked femininity! I felt the blood rush to my head. "This way, Girls," Mavis led on, "Step carefully now, and let's get to that water!"

But of course, there were delays. About halfway down the winding trail, Sylvia decided that she needed her bathing cap after all and went back for it. Claire and Mavis fretted with impatience as we waited for her to rejoin us before proceeding, but this gave me an idea. As surreptitiously as possible, I tossed my bathing cap under a bush, out of sight. This should make the perfect excuse! Soon after, Sylvia rejoined us and we finished our trip to the swimming spot Mavis had selected. It looked ideal: Calm, clear, and shaded by a large willow tree. But as the girls quickly donned their tight white swimming caps, I pretended to make the Big Discovery. "Damn!" I said in my practiced feminine voice, "I must have dropped my cap on the trail. You girls go ahead and jump in. I'll just run back and find it."

"Ahh, you don't really need it with hair as short as yours," Claire said, "Don't bother with it."

"Yeah," Sylvia agreed, "You'll probably never find it back there anyway."

But I was already chucking my rolled-up towel on the ground and heading back up the path. "I'll just be a minute," I promised, "If I don't find it where we stopped, I'll come right back."

Alone on the trail and out of sight, I raced back towards camp, my breasts bouncing wildly as my shapely bare legs flashed in the sunlight. How strange this all felt! I mean, my whole idea was to trick these girls out nude, but the brief time that I had

to spend in the altogether as a woman was proving rather embarassing to me. I had to keep reminding myself that I was really a man.

A man isn't ashamed of going around bare-chested, is he? ((Of course, my Subconscious whispered, A man doesn't have big, gorgeous knockers