gracefully than I had, but none of them was costumed to accentuate her ultimate femininity as I was, even though all of mine was false and my performance was unwilling. Soon this part of the weekend festivities was over, and all the fellows and girls left to get ready for the big dance in the gym. I had managed to get through this latest embarrassing ordeal without being discovered for the transvestite impostor that I was, even though I was playing that role unwillingly.

As I was led back to the girls dormatory, I saw that Butch was coming along with us. Doris was talking seriously to him, evidently giving him orders of some sort. For his part, Butch seemed to be protesting, claiming that he either would not, or could not do some thing that Doris was demanding. Whatever it was, I had a terrible feeling that it would turn out to be bad news for me. In any event Butch soon left after promising to meet us at the gym later.

Upstairs in the big room which had been the scene of all my transvestite costuming I was ordered to strip, for I had another role to play before we all went to the dance. The girls all laughed derisively at me as I obeyed, knowing my humiliation and frustration. Then I was told that I was to be their ladies! personal maid, helping them all out of their present clothes, then helping in every detail as they showered, and finally helping them get dressed for the big late party. I was sternly warned that if I did anything wrong, or if I showed any normal male reactions to so much naked and available female flesh, I would be thrown out of the building naked, and have to find my way home as best I could.

I was too worried about my bizarre

plight to have much carnal interest even when

my torme tors teased and tantallized my natural male libido by rubbing against me most intimately, and flaunting their most provocative feminine charms right before my hands and eyes. In the shower I had to soap and then rinse each of the several girls, an experience that put a terrible strain on my ability to control myself and my reactions.

The worst part came when they had

me kneel down and then sit back onto my heels so that they could give me a shampoo. This position placed my face right at the level of their several sets of warm smooth hips, so that I was continually forced to stare at the masculine image of the Promised Land, without any chance of satisfying my normal masculine desires.

When I was out of the shower and all Aried and powdered, they pinned a pert lacy cap on my head and tied a tiny lacy apron around my waist. Then black pompoms were glued onto my chest, simulating female breasts with frivolous coverings. Black high-heeled shoes on my feet completed my costume of an exotic ladies-maid, and I was ready for my feminizing duties in helping the girls prepare for the big dance.

I helped some of my captors put on filmy pantyhose, making sure that they fitted perfectly all the way up, including in the crotch and around their hips and buttocks. Others wore garter-belts and regular nylons which it was my duty to adjust and fasten to the wearer's satisfaction. Then there were dainty panties for me to hold while the girls casually and revealingly stepped into them, and bras to adjust and snap into place. And all the while I was wearing only those pompoms,and the transparent little apron to cover my naked hairless male loins.