when I was standing upright the diagonal pull of the fabric made it cling closely to every curve it adorned. It outlined every lush detail of my falsely feminine figure with lurid and exciting accuracy, accentuating my synthetic carnal appeal.

High-heeled mules of matching pink satin, with feathery pompoms at each instep mare provided for my feet, completing the picture of a glamorous and intentionally seductive who eagerly sought carnal attention. Because my so-called shoes were backless, I had extreme difficulty walking. I had to

stand straight and arch my back. This thrust my breasts and buttocks into exaggerated prominence, and made me walk with a teasingly feminine twitch and curve of my hips.

Again I was forced to parade around. the big room, flaunting my assumed femininity for the sadistic entertainment of my captors. They felt me all over, caressing the sleek satin of my outer night-gown, at the same time stimulating my flesh with the smooth clinging inner satin surface. Their lewd comments on my appearance and the potentialities ofr the uses of my transformed body added immensely to my shame and I was continually blushing, adding to my virginal girlish appearance under the circumstances.

The worst shock came when I had to study carefully my reflection in the big mirror. Moving and posing seductively before it I saw my boldly thrusting breasts outlined in lush female curves. My waist was nipped in to emphasize the exciting curves of bosom above and flaring hips below. The length and taut curves of my legs were exaggerated by the high heels of my mules and these exotic footwear forced me to use hip-slung strides that seemed to beg for

visual and manual caresses from an appreciative loving male.

Now they made me feel myself with gentle tingling sweeping fingers, tracing my revealed conformations over the sleek satin that thrilled my hands on the outer surfaces and my legs and body with its inner gliding smoothness. As I watched and performed these sensuous activities I began to experience a bizarre. dual ambivalent sensation all through me. As a normal heterosexual male I was becoming excited by watching and intimately caressing a seductive nubile and exotically clad female. The sensations of fondling and wantonly petting such a thrilling and passively accepting girl was extremely exciting to my masculine body and soul.

But I was also the girl I was teasing and thrilling with my hands. The tender stimulating touches sent waves of thrilling sensations coursing through my flesh as the sleek shiny satin on the inside caressed and aroused me carnally. I felt strange swellings and urges in my loins, and I knew that this bizarre situation was really getting to me. I was falling wildly and rewardingly in love. The male of my true self was intrigued and infatuated and sexually excite by the girl I was being forced into portraying with such vivid and total accuracy.

I tried to ignore these unwanted feeling and emotions. I tried to bring my sane and rational mind to bear on the situation, telling myself that it was all a terrible hoax being perpetrated on me. It was successful only because I was letting it be so. Thrusting away my sensual urges and desires as well as I could, I studied my appearance in the big mirror. I hunted for disillusion-