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officer of a very big corporation, he is called William, but during the evenings that he spends with me, I call him 'Wilma' and dress him to fit the name. He loves this switched role, and eagerly comes to see me frequently so we can play our game together. He's not at all like your Roberta who seems to have giving up the outward signs of his manhood."

"Hello, Alice. I'm really delighted to meet you," tittered Wilma in a falsetto voice as he swished his hips to show off his legs through the slit in his skirt. "But the one I particularly was to get very well acquainted with is you, Roberta. It's so much fun to tease and play with one of us transvestites who is playing his part unwillingly. He just doesn't know yet what delicious fun it can be masquerading as a girl. It can mean A/C-D/C fun, for you can get "inty" with either boys or girls if the mood strikes you. Of course, I prefer the boys." Alice smiled at what Joan had dreamed up to further punish and humiliate Alice's guilty husband. To dress Bob like a girl and then expose him to the advances of a homosexual male was a truly inspired penalty to inflict on Bob. Nothing could do more to crush his cruel, insensitive arrogant virility which had so hurt his wife.

"Wilma, why don't you and Roberta get better acquainted," suggested Joan. "I'm sure he wants to be very friendly with you."

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"That's right, Wilma," added Alice quickly. "Roberta will be glad to do anything you suggest. Won't you, Roberta?"

Bob glanced at her pleadingly, but her stony glance offered no hope for mercy, so he said, "Yes, dear."

"Good. Now you two get started on anything you want to do with each other while Alice and I watch," said Joan crisply. "Wilma, you might start out by investigating what the lovely Roberta is wearing. I'm sure your imagination will be able to carry on from there. And remember, Roberta will do anything you want, no matter what. Won't that be fun?"

Wilma smiled happily at this encouragement and advanced quickly toward Bob. Before Bob could figure out a way to avoid it, Wilma was passionately embracing and kissing him, his tongue probing into Bob's lipsticked mouth with demanding fervent symbolism. Now Wilma's hands were groping sensuously all over Bob's costumed body, feeling the artificial breasts, the exaggerated hips and between the nylon-clad thighs in the same excited ardor that a man would use in embracing an exciting girl. To be the object of these lewd caresses while disguised as a girl, and to be the love-object of a perverted man also disguised as a girl, had Bob so confused and horrified that his head whirled. Such a mix-up of sexes and desires spelled only