I was

A few minutes later I was taken by Betty to her room on the same floor of the dormitory. She locked the door behind us and then walked around me, studying every aspect of my transvestite appearance. studying her, too, for I was worried as to what type of service she wanted from me. She was about my size, and wearing a set of dark navy-blue pajamas of a rather severe and simple material and design, far from the blatant femininity of my costume.

Now she approached me and began kissing me passionately, while her hands flowed possessively all over my satin-clad body. Her caresses concentrated on the emotionally significant areas of my transformed figure, and soon she was whispering tensely, "Kiss me, Joannie. Hold me tight and fondle me lovingly. You're the most beautiful and exciting girl I've ever met, and the instant I saw you in that gorgeous lovely night-gown, I knew I had to have you. Love me, Joannie. Make me flaming hot with your passionate caresses."

I knew I had to obey, even though I knew that, as a male, there was no chance for me to get any reward from this bizarre encounter. Soon we were on the bed together, and I learned what heated intimate services she demanded from me. It was as Joannie, the exotically sensual girl that I appealed to her deviant emotions. As a man I could mean less than nothing to her.

The shame of the duties I was forced to perform for her keeps me from itemizing them. Without being specific, I can say that by the time I was allowed to leave her an hour or so later, I had been forced to provide every possible carnal stimulation that one girl can give another. And all this with no chance for any

relief or pleasure for my own desires. She aid not injure me, or even mess up my ultrafeminine costume, but my hands and mouth were kept imaginatively busy under her direction providing optimal rewards for her.

When I got back to Mary and Doris'

big room, I was greeted with derisive snickers and gloating taunts. They evidently knew of Betty's tendencies, and they asked me what Lesbian duties I had been required to provide. However I was so upset by this ultimate denial of my fundamental young masculinity that I could not talk about it. I was a male and I knew it, but I had been used as a girl, by a girl, and that was too much for any fellow to have to endure.

bed.

I slept the few remaining hours of the night between Mary and Doris in their big Sandwiched between two attractive and scantily clad girls, I was their helpless, passive, impotent prisoner. My body kept responding with rigid, painfully restricted yearnings, but total frustration and futility were my only rewards from my tormentors. The double-layered satin that encased my body kept teasing me with its slinky stimulation both inside and out, and by morning I was nearly crazy with desire stering from the bizarre transvestite role that had been forced on me.

In the morning I awoke after a night plagued by nightmares of having to live out the rest of my life clad in a wide-skirted ballet-dancers tutu and wearing toe-dancing slippers laced on my feet. As I assisted Mary and Doris to dress for the day, I learned that we were to have another tennis-match, but this time it would be different from the one yesterday when I ha beaten Mary in the singles finals match. Today, Sunday, the two of them