Meanwhile Mary had found Butch and brought him over to our secluded corner. This shocked and alarmed me for it seemed that the girls were determined to reveal my unwanted transvestite masquerade. Maybe Butch suspected something already, and that was why he was so reluctant to be with me. After more halfhidden stroking of her hand beneath my skirt to make sure that I was fully excited, Doris thrust me at Butch and insisted that I dance that with him while they watched to make sure I did not avoid exposing my super-sexy girlish appearance to him.

To my horror I found that my stimulated maleness was being pressed firmly down by the firm front of my skirt. This was not only very uncomfortable for me, but it also mean that it would be practically impossible for my carnal excitement to relax as long as the rhythmic pressures of dancing kept stimulating it.

While Butch and I were still dancing the band began to play "Auld Lang Syn", indicating that the party was officially over. I hoped that this would mean the end of my ordeal for the evening, but that was far from the fact, as it turned out. Butch had his car there, and Mary and Doris insisted that I go for a drive with him before he brought me back to the dormatory.

Just as we were leaving, Mary spoke to me privately, while Doris spoke to Butch. To me Mary said that I was to continue to behave like a seductive girl toward Butch, and was to go along as far as possible in exciting him and satisfying his desires. When I protested at these commands, Mary said I had to obey, and if my masquerade was discovered, that was jast too bad. For me.

Just as we rejoined Butch and Doris,

I heard Doris say threateningly to him, "Remember what I told you, Butch. You have to do it whether you want to or not. If you disobey us, you'll be in so much trouble that you'll never forget it, I promise. Do it, that's all."

Obviously I was frightened as we It drove silently away from the gymnasium. seemed that both Butch and I were in some kind of a serious bind, and were completely in the power of the two vengeful girls. Neither of us knew what the other's problem was, but we both were being forced into a situation that we both feared and hated. Maybe if we got to know a little more about each other we could work out some thing to defeat our tormentors and escape public humiliation.

"Those girls seem set on giving us

a bad time," I said quietly as we drove along. "Yeah," replied Butch, glancing at

me and my exotic appearance.

"Maybe things aren't as bad as they seem," I suggested.

"I don't see how they could be any worse, he said sourly. "Unless I refuse to obey them."

"That's the way it is with me, too,' I told him. When he offered no response, I said quietly, "You know, things aren't always what they seem. I mean maybe our problems aren't really that bad."

"I have to do something, and I can think of only one way that I'd want to do it," Butch told me bitterly. "And you're about as far away from being the right answer as any-