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to conceal any such lack of control on my part this evening.

As we entered the building where the dance was already in full swing, we were met by Butch, who still seemed less than pleased at being stuck with me for a date. Of course I didn't want a date with him either, or with any fellow, but I didn't understand why he was so resentful of being paired up with the sexiest and most exotically clad girl there. All the other fellows seemed to be staring at me and practically licking their lips in anticipation of trying to make out with me. My costume was intentionally designed to arouse male carnal excitement, and we all knew it. Everyone was interested but Butch.

As we walked toward the dance-floor in the middle of the big room, Butch courteously put his hand and arm around me to guide But instead of on my me through the crowd. arm, or around me slim waist, his hand went instinctively toward my bottom where he gently clasped one of my swollen rounded buttocks.

Soon we were dancing, and I was finding things even more difficult than I had imagined they could be. In the first place, my straining tight waist-cinch made my whole body stiff and awkward, and the tight leather skirt around the tops of my nylon-clad thighs made it impossible for me to move my legs properly to maintain my balance while dancing. the worst part of this terrible transvestism was the high heels of the shoes that I was wearing and could not remove because of the chains locking them on my ankles.

But

Normally I am a fairly good dancer and normally I enjoy it very much, but under these conditions it was a continuous nightI knew that if mare of fear and frustration.

I slipped and fell, my skirt would fly up around my waist, and with no underwear, my imposture of being a fellow disguised as a sexy girl would be revealed and I would be mobbed by the hundreds of angry students.

Butch was an amazingly good dancer considering his size and his seeming embarrassment at being with me. For my part, I was ashamed at my enforced awkwardness, due primarily to the extremely high heels which I could not remove. A number of other fellows cut in and danced with me, and Butch seemed relieved to be rid of my presence. These other fellows were very frank in their admiration of my bizarre costume and what they thought it contained in the way of female delicacies. They kept trying to get me to leave the party with them, or at least make a late-date to meet them after the dance was over. I had to smile and be polite to them, of course, but I explained that I already had a date for later. And all the time I had to be careful that my voice did not give me away in the role I was being forced to play.

When the orchestra took a break, Mary and Doris came over and took me off to one corner of the big gym. They asked me how I was doing in my public masquerade, and how many of the fellows had been propositioing me because of my glamorous appearance. I had to admit that my appeal to the male libido seemed all too successful. The girls laughed said that's what happened to winning girl tennis-players like me. The more difficulties I got into because of my transvestite disguise the better they enjoyed it as part of my deserved punishment for taking my sister's place. When the music started up again, the