venture forth in public dressed as a girl, it was important that his hair be exactly right and completely genuine.

Miss Staylace now excused herself and retired to the bathroom, while Leslie sat before the mirror, lost in admiration of the winsome beauty he saw reflected there. The little lacy bra with the blown-up inserts pushed the soft frothiness of the nightgown's bodice out just right, noted Leslie, and it gave him a bosom which any girl would be delighted to possess.

As of late, Leslie had notcied that when he sat before a mirror in feminine finery, especiall exquisite lingerie such as he was now wearing, he experience powerful emotions which aroused his masculine symbol to a state of frenzied tension. wondered why mere clothing should exert such a dramatic effect on him.

He

While Leslie sat there, pondering this strange state of affair over, a soft knock on the door of the apartment sounded. He wondered if he dared answer. As the knock became more insistent, Miss Staylace heard it and called to him.

"Please answer the door, Leslie dear. I'm expecting a delivery, " she said.

He

A delivery? On a Sunday morning? had a strange feeling that something was amiss here, but he walked to the door anyway, trembling slightly with nervousness as he swung it open. To Leslie's relief,

it was Marie. She was loaded down with a pile of daintily wrapped packages which bore the names of fancy girl's boutiques.

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Marie placed the packages on the sideboard, then turned to Leslie, her eyes appraising every detail of his appearance and glittering with appreciation. Under Marie's steady gaze, Leslie blushed and felt his symbol tensioning once again.

"Why, Miss Leslie," Marie exclaimed, "you are perfectly lovely in that outfit." "Oh, Leslie lidded his eyes modestly. thank you, Marie," he replied.

Marie's laughter tinkled throughout the apartment as she spied the rumpled bed and then noticed the telltale bulge below his waist, caused by his rampant symbol straining mightily against his panties and gown.

"I can see that that naughty little person has been busy," Marie commented as she pointed shamelessly. "We shall have to take him in hand soon."

"Oh, Marie," Leslie cried, blushing more furiously than ever. "You're embarrassing me with such wild talk."

"Nonsense, Miss Leslie," Marie chided. "After all, it's just between us girls,"

Miss Staylace came back into the room and greeted Marie as she would an old and honored friend. Seeing Leslie's look of puzzlement, she explained that she'd known Marie for many many years.

"Marie worked for many of my pupils' families in the past before going to work for your aunt. Her specialty is taming arrogant young males by petticoating them, "

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