she kissed me lightly on the cheek.

Suddenly an alarmed expression came over her face, and I knew that my deception had been discovered. I had shaved that morning, but by mid-afternoon there was bound to be a definite stubble of whiskers, easily identifiable by any girl kissing me.

Mary, my former tennis opponent, ran back to her team-mates, and I saw them whispering excitedly together. I started for the gym to change out of my girlish disguise. As I glanced worriedly over my shoulder, I saw the whole group of a dozen State College girls coming after me, running. Our joke was discovered.

I stopped and waited for them, ready to admit my guilt, and we'd all have a good laugh over it. So I thought, but as they gathered around me I realized that they did not consider my substituting for my twin sister a laughing matter at all. The other girls felt my stubbly face and then grasped my ersatz breasts, confirming their suspicions that I was not a girl, in spite of the dainty feminine tennis costume I was wearing.

"OK, girls. You've found it," I told them lightly. "I'll have to forfeit the match. I only did it because my twin-sister, Joan, twisted her ankle at lunch time. Let me get back into my regular clothes, and we can all go and join in the parties planned for this afternoon."

"I think we'd like another kind of party," announced Mary as all the girls glared threateningly at me. "WE don't think it's a laughing matter when a fellow gets dressed up as a girl and competes against us."

"Don't get all up tight about it,"

I told them, trying to calm their anger at discovering my deception. "It was only a gag. No harm done. Except to Joan's ankle."

"You can figure it that way if you want to," said one of the girls. "But we atill are going to take you to our special party back at college, where you'll sort of be the guest of honor. We'll give you lots of very special attention."

They started to lead me over toward the parking lot, and I couldn't resist without actually fighting with them, something I could not bring myself to do. After all, I was guilty as charged. But they were overreacting to what I considered a joke.

When we got to their car, They opened the trunk and told me to get in. As I started to protest at being kidnapped this way, half a dozen girls got behind me and boosted me into the gaping metal cavern. The lid was slammed down and I was a helpless prisoner. When we arrived at State College after a short but very uncomfortable ride for me, the trunk was unlocked and the lid raised a few inches.

"Stick out one of your hands," came the stern order. "And don't try anything tricky or you'll regret it."

Reluctantly I thrust out one hand, and my wrist was immediately encircled with a steel chain slave-bracelet such as many girls and some fellows wear. But instead of a normal catch, this was held in place by a small but strong padlock. Then came the next command, "Now stick out the other hand. We '11 have you all fancied up with jewelry like the sexy feminine girl you've been imitating."