What he had discovered was quickly digesting in his mind. With his right hand still holding my upper body helpless, his left hand flipped up my skirt so his eyes could confirm what his fingers had uncovered. Now his fingers went to work on me, stroking and caressing my sensitive male flesh.

I don't

"Hey, cut it out, Butch," I protested vigorously. "Remember I'm straight. dig playing these games with you any more than you dig playing with girls. Stop doing that, and let me go. We'll work it out with Mary and Doris, somehow."

"To hell with Mary and Doris," he muttered hoarsely as his hand continued to stroke me most intimately. Now he released me for a second and thrust his hand inside the bodice of my bizarre shiny leather dress. As soon as he discovered that my seemingly ultrafeminine breasts were actually rubber and sewn to the inside of the dress, he became even more excited and demanding. "They told me I had to rape you, and now it will be a pleasure."

He now had my skirt up around my waist so I had no protection from his perversely stimulating hands. When he began to grope at his own fly to free his own equipment for the coming assault, I knew I had to act fast. With one hand I unlatched the cardoor on my side, and with my other hand I snatched his fingers away from my exposed hairless groin. Then, in a fraction of a second, I was out of the car and running as fast as I could toward the dubious safety of the girls dormitory. The tight skirt hampered my strides as it slid down into place, and my stilt-like heels made my steps very uncertain, but I heard Butch coming after me and that spurred me on to added efforts. I glanced back and saw that I would be in the building before

he could catch me.

I was gasping for breath and truly frightened as I blundered my way into the big second-floor room which had been the scene of my transvestite disguises. Mary and Doris were sitting there, evidently awaiting my arrival, and almost in unison they asked, "How did you make out with Butch? What happened?"

"Nothing happened at first, as long

as he thought I was a sexy girl," I told them slowly as I tried to calm myself even under these strange conditions. "But when he found out that I was a male, even though I was dressed up like a seductive woman, then he really tried to rape me, just like you told him he had to. Even when I told him that I wasn't that kind of a fellow, he kept coming on strong. I managed to escape from him, and here I am. Will you please let me go now? It's late, and I'm exhausted from all that's happened to me today. I just can't take any more. Please let me go."

"Not a chance, Joannie," said Mary firmly. "We have lots more things for you to do before we're through with you. And lots more sexy girlish costumes for you to wear, so you'll really find out what it's like being a girl. You want to be a girl, don't you, Joannie?"

"No, I don't. And you know it," I protested wearily. "I only pretended to be my twin-sister that one time. And only because she broke her ankle and couldn't play in that tennis match. I'll do anything you say if you'll just finish this awful masquerade and let me get back to being a man."