people kept staring at me. As far as I could tell, there was nothing wrong with my costume. It was just that the transformation was too successful and my costume too noticeable.

So I had to continue parading around, attracting adverse and unwanted attention. To make things even worse for me, my spectacular costume was becoming increasingly uncomfortable to wear. The rough textured bra-cups were chafing my chest and nipples, keeping me aware of this feminine aspect of my appreaance. My high heels were putting unaccustomed strains on my legs and hips as I struggled to maintain my balance and my strutting walk. To keep my fanny twitching rhythmically as Doris commanded seemed to aggravate the turmoil and congestion that I felt all through my loins and pelvis as a result of the very tight waist-cinch. And with every step, all my bondaged male equipment was being squeezed and compressed and crushed most painfully between my thighs.

Just as I was about to plead with Doris for some relief from all my tribulations, I saw Mary approaching, accompanied by a tall rather handsome fellow, probably in his midale twenties. He was wearing motor-cycle boots, dark tight-fitting slacks, and a shiny black leather jacket with metallic ornaments at the shoulders and pockets. This fellow wasn't as tough-looking as the Hell's Angel types you see in the papers and magazines, but he definitely had a rugged, aggressive look.

"Oh, I'm glad I found you, Joannie," said Mary sweetly. "I want you to meet Butch. He is going to be your date for most of this weekend. You two should get to know each Don't stray too far away, Joannie.

other.

a little while we'll be going back to the dormatory to change clothes before we go to the

cook-out and barbecue later. I'll pick you up soon, dear."

As Mary and Doris left us, I glanced up at Butch who was looking me over carefully. To my surprise he looked almost as awkward and uncomfortable in this situation as I felt. From my own experience as a young male, most fellows would be very pleased to have a sexy cute girl for a date, and would quickly begin trying to arrange to get to know her better, much better, intimately so. Any such carnal efforts by a fellow would make my enforced transvestite situation much worse, of course, so I was glad that this Butch wasn't obviously trying to promote anything with me.

A little later Mary and Doris collected me to go back to State College and change clothes for the coming barbecue. They told Butch to meet us at the ormatory in an hour and he accepted the invitation even though it sounded more like an unwelcome order for him.

Upstairs in the big bedroom a number of the girls gathered around to heackle and tease me while I was commanded to perform a strip-tease for their amusement. First I had to take off the short pleated skirt and parade around before them displaying the tiny red bikini panties which encased me loins. Then I removed the panties and showed myself off in just the snug transparent pantyhose, to my terrible shame and humiliation.

Next it was time to take off the tight sweater which had displayed my false breasts so voluptuously. Then the girls made me massage and squeeze those lushly protruding hemispheres as if I was amusing myself sensuously and flaunting those symbols of my assumed femininity. Not only was this terribly embarras -