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be a lieutenant in the WAAF years ago so I out-rank you totally and utterly. Now, do as you're told. Private. My God, I bet the blighters call you 'Private Parts'; do they?"

Even before I could nod miserably, she broke into peals of laughter. "Private Parts' I ask you!" Perhaps I was taking it all a bit too seriously, but when a joke has been going on for one and a half months it begins to wear a bit thin.

"But I shall be starkers if you have commandeered my bag," I said with some surprise.

"Of course you will be, you idiot. You'll find a gown, one of MINE, behind the bathroom door. I am going to dress you up in MY CLOTHES, savvy? I just want to see you as a girl again -'A real gurrll, yer know, yuk, yuk," She gave a passably good Imitation of an adolescent yokel who had spent too much time with the ewes and the sows. "You looked marvelous that time in London."

Although I had dressed up before and Aunt Helen had even 'shared' in it in a manner of speaking, I found her words quite electrifying and I nearly swooned. Here was my nightly fantasy taking shape and becoming reality.

"Oh NO!" I said in mock horror. "Sergeant Buller will have me court-marshaled.

"I outrank the wicked sergeant by several tiers and you are taking orders from me now. Off you go and start unbuttoning or I will have your guts for garters understand!"

I raced inside, unbuttoning as I went. I hurled the three pound boots (aside, underpants and thick woolen socks into the broom cupboard, and dashed for the bathroom. I wanted to have something on before Helen came into the house. She used to bathe me years ago, true, but with some 'pubic hair,' comes Adam's guilt and all the rest of the hangups. I emerged from the bathroom, suitably and modestly draped in her utterly gorgeous salmon pink satin negligee.

We met in the hallway but as the feel of the gown was giving me an instant erection, I sat down hastily on a velvet padded bustle chair next to the hall stand and crossed my legs.

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BY JOYCE

"There, doesn't that feel much better? It suits you so well too. I so wish you had been a girl my darling."

With that, she planted a really warm kiss right on my mouth. I could even smell that lovely cosmetic aroma of her lipstick as her face got closer to mine. I closed my eyes in silent rapture.

"Let's go into the sitting room and be comfortable and I will tell you all about what is happening here tonight. No, first I think I will go and make some tea, then I will come and join you. You like macaroons, don't you?"

Without waiting for a reply she hurried into the kitchen, which was just as well as it needed quite a lot of higher cortical control for me to even get my 'stand' down to half mast. I concentrated my thoughts on rifle range practice; at least I was good at that. By the time Helen entered with the tea tray I was back to 'normal.' Without waiting for tea to be poured I reached for a macaroon. Yummies," I grinned. "Show me your legs."

I pulled aside the gown and extended a leg for her examination.

"Not too bad but I think a bit of my Nair would improve them still further. See, they must be like mine. Just feel how smooth my legs are."

We were sitting on the couch together. I hesitated so she took my hand in hers and placed it just below her knee. "There, I bet you'd love legs like that, wouldn't you?"

I put a finger on my lips and eyed her with lowered lids, trying to look coy. I was clowning and yet I wasn't. I simpered.

"Darling, I'm having a dinner party for five other ladies here tonight. Two of them you already know, that's Jessica and Merle. I think you have met Sibyl once, you may not remember her though. Sheila and Beryl are lovely girls but they will be new to you and you will adore them, I just know you will. They are both full of fun. I'll make a sixth and you'll make the seventh because you are also going to be a lady tonight. I'm going to turn you into one, and very ele-

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