confused. I seemed to hurt know what I really wanted.

all over, and not Maybe it would even be worthwhile to stop fighting against my fate, and just relax and allow myself to be feminized. I had had almost no sleep in over twenty-four hours, I had been very active physically most of that time, and I had endured unbearable emotional strains continuously since noon-time yesterday. Fear, shame, and pain were about to overwhelm me, and the only thrilling and rewarding time I had experienced was when I had seen and caressed myself in front of the big mirror last night while I was wearing that ultra-feminine sexy satin nightgown. To feel good again would be worth almost any sacrifice, I knew.

When at last they allowed me to stop, Butch came out onto the court to compliment me and to help me to a bench to rest. He put an arm protectively around me, as any fellow might around a tired girl to show his affection. But he knew from evidence his eyes and hands had given him, that I was not a girl. And before we got to the bench, his hand had slipped downward in back and was tenderly clasping and kneading one of my buttocks within the tight white shorts. There could be no doubt that he still had strong carnal interests in me, and wished to do something about it. Now that my flaunted lush femininity no longer turned him off emotionally, Butch He went out of his way to be nice to me. kept complimenting me on how cute I looked, how well I played tennis, and how well I had danced last night. He kept staring at the slight bump in the front of my snug shorts, and his hands kept fondling my thighs and buttocks although I kept trying to brush his hands away and avoid his caresses. He kept glancing worriedly at Mary and Doris, to make

sure that he still had their permission to continue his seduction. Any uninformed witness to this scene would have thought it was a fellow being very attentive to his beloved but shy girl-friend.

Under orders from the girls, we soon were strolling back to the dormitory, with Butch lovingly close beside me, and Mary and Doris right behind us, giggling and whispering together. I was so tired and so mixed-up in my emotions that I was almost willing to go along with whatever my captors demanded without further protest. Maybe we could all work out a compromise of some sort that would satisfy everyone without subjecting me to carnal rape by Butch.

Back in the room the girls announced that I had to put on a skirt and jacket over my abreviated athletic costume of shorts and blouse. The skirt was kneelength and flaring, made of brilliant scarlet denim. It fastened around my cinched waist with a broad heavey leather belt that was buckled in the back. The jacket was short, stopping above my waist in back, and hanging open in front to display my bulging rubber breasts with their exaggerating ruffles of the blouse. I noticed that the skirt had a wide sewn hem at the bottom, with a sort of rope, like a purse-string, hanging out at the back.

Now my tassled sneakers were replaced with the knee-high leather boots that I had worn previously with the cheer-leader costume. These had heels so high that I was standing almost on tip-toe, and was very unsteady in my walking and balance. Again I was ordered to parade around to show off my newest transvestite masquerade, and to view myself critically in the big mirror. To my relief I found that