darling waist you have, Master Gerald perhaps I should call you 'Miss Geraldine.

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Gerald was in such discomfort that he didn't pay much attention to the deliberate slight on his masculinity.

Please loosen the laces!" he cried out. "Please! I can't breathe! I'm being crushed to death!"

"Nonsense," replied Suzette. "You' 11 soon be asking Camille to lace you even more tightly."

The two maids laughed gaily at this.

Gerald winced as small feminine hands pawed caressingly over his constricted waist. He felt as though he were being squeezed in a merciless vise.

A pair of gossamer-sheer, flesh-colored silken stocking were slowly rolled up over his dangling limbs, then tautly gartered with eight ribbon-covered suspenders sewn to the lower hem of his corset.

"He really does have very pretty legs for a boy, doesn't he?" commented Camille.

"Lots of girls would be very jealous of them!" replied Suzette.

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Again their gay laughter echoed about the daintily decorated room.

With the aid of a shoe-horn, his feet were cramped into a pair of gleaming pink satin slippers with pencil-thin stilt heels and pointy toes. An agonized scream escaped his lips as he experienced his full weight on his tortured feet,

"Oh, please, please take them off!" Gerald moaned. "I can never walk in them! Please! I beg of you!"

He would have fallen on his face if the maids had not grabbed him by the arms.

"Nonsense, Gerald. You'll soon learn to balance yourself daintily on them," Camille said. "Just like any other girl your age does!"

Between them, Suzette and Camille led him stumblingly over to his dainty canopied four-poster bed. Its shimmering silken coverlet was laden with an array of adorably sweet feminine garments. Gerald shut his eyes tightly to avoid looking at them.

"Pants to panties!" Suzette teased as she held up a pair of crisp rustly knickers, all lavish with lace and ribbon frills. An anguished expression crossed his features as

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