being inflicted upon me because of what I had considered merely a practical joke. I was further alarmed when I spotted Butch coming toward me, even though his whole manner was far from menacing and he seemed nearly as uncomfortable about the whole situation as I felt. He was big and virily handsome, but I somehow got the idea that he disliked or was afraid of girls. As far as I was concerned, that suited me perfectly, since I was his date.

When everyone had had all the beer and hamburgers they wanted, Doris stood up in the light of the bright lanterns and called for attention. When the whole group could hear her, she announced, "We've got some special entertainment for you this evening before we all go to the gym. As you know, our freshman tennis captain lost her singles match this afternoon to the captain of the highschool girls tennis team. Mary was beaten because her opponent play a more powerful, almost a masculine type of game. Mary was beaten by Joannie, who is here with is now. To amuse you, Joannie is going to perform in her favorite hobby, belly-dancing. So let's give Joannie a big hand, and turn all our lights on her as she dances for our entertainment now."

I was stunned. I wanted to die, or sink into the ground and disappear. So that was why I was wearing the glittering red spangles and the gleaming stone in my navel. I knew nothing about belly-dancing, but if I did not obey orders, the girls would reveal my true sex and identity, and I would be lucky to get out of this mess alive.

ars,

A couple of people present had guitand the rest began clapping their hands for rhythm, as I was shoved out into the center

with all the lights aimed at me. In desperation I began to shuffle my feet and swing my legs in time to the music, and all the audience began to cheer as they clapped.

My dangling pendant ear-rings were twirling wildly, sending out showers of red sparks from the reflected light. The chained sparklers attached to what were meant to be my jutting nipples were whirling and glitterI knew that ing hotly with every movement.

the pendants fastened to the seat of my tight dungarees must have been performing similar technicolor acrobatics as my buttocks squirmed and clenched to the rhythm. Red flashes were also coming from my stomach where the jewel implanted in my belly-button refracted and reflected the lights trained on me.

"Swing it, Joannie. Whirl it around," called voices from the surrounding group. "Bounce those beautiful mounds, girlie. Wiggle your cute round bottom. Make your bellybutton really light up the party."

Gradually I increased the violence of my dancing in time to the music and clapping. The crowd was cheering me on, and that was much better than having them sufficiently antagonistic toward me to discover my true identity. I felt horribly humiliated and shamed by the contortions I was performing and the transvestite costume I was wearing, but this was infinitely better than what would surely happen if my imposture was discovered.

Now I stood with my feet in their high heels wide-spread and firmly planted. With my hands held high I began to weave my hips sinuously. I thrust my pelvis back and forward, and heaved it from side to side. This caused painful pressures and constrictions within my too-tight jeans, but I continued be-