RELUCTANT PRESS

She was in her slip but I was feeling so thoroughly feminine myself that I had no sense of feeling that I was invading some kind of 'inner sanctum'.

"Ah, my love, at last," she smiled. "See, I have, it all ready for you everything I want you to put on. And I want to be in the room here with you while you dress you won't mind will you? We are both girls together now! You can slip on this special padded under-pantie first to hide your modesty, then the waist cincher. We'll overlay it all with this very elegant corselette of mine. See, it's boned, clasped, zippered, has six suspenders, everything. I wore it to the races myself last Saturday for the first time and you'll find it extremely comfortable."

I eyed the very realistic rubber prosthetic breasts that were also on the bed. I knew they must have cost a bomb.

"Those are not yours too, are they?"

"No dear. I borrowed those from Sibyl. I made the padded under-panties for you though. It'll give you a lovely little figure; and see, it's even got an opening for having a wee. Mind you, if you are going to have to use toilet paper between now and midnight you are going to have to practically undress first."

She laughed at her own candor.

"I'll manage," I said cheerfully, still with Helen's negligee on. I slipped on the padded under-pantie, then removed the gown and reached for the waist nipper and the corselette. When it was all on, it felt like sheer heaven. The corselette was indeed superbly made and hugged me with a masterful firmness as I finally zipped it up.

"I don't think it could be a better fit," said Auntie approvingly. "How does It feel?"

"Gorgeous."

"Well, put these on now and you will feel even more gorgeous," she said, handing me a pair of sheer black nylons with seams.

I stretched them on to a smooth pair of very willing legs and did them up with the suspenders.

JOYCE'S GIRLS

BY JOYCE

They weren't too long and stretched exactly right without a wrinkle.

"Mmmm-mmm, don't they look utterly lovely. Where are the shoes?" I said eagerly.

"It's lucky we take the same shoe size. Put these four inch black courts on."

The dressing up was detailed and Helen was getting almost as much pleasure out of it as I was. Mine was virtually measureless, the long lay-off period having much to do with it, it was like a blissful relief.

The undies were all elegant black and I yielded to their soft caress. (A bit flowery that but I did all the same.) By this time I was petticoated as was Helen. "Now come and sit over here. I'm going to give you an eyebrow pluck," she said this extremely firmly as if she thought I was going to raise an objection.

I didn't, of course. It was just lovely to simply lie back and yield and yield and yield. I think girls must feel like this when they are being seduced and enjoying it thoroughly. In five minutes, I was thoroughly plucked and ready for makeup.

But this is enough blow by blow account of what went on in Helen's bedchamber. The make-up left me with a typically English girl's peaches-and cream complexion with red-red lips Artificial eyelashes and nails were duly applied after I had slipped on the slim fitting, narrow skirted cocktail frock. It had filmy chiffon sleeves and yoke and the cut of the dress accentuated my hips.

It was so, so lovely, as simple as that.

The cherry on the top was undoubtedly the light brown shoulder length wig which Helen carefully arranged and brushed. It felt lovely as it flowed springily around my neck and shoulders and it was so soft.

"Audrey, my darling, lovely niece, you look an absolute dream and you will stun the girls tonight."

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