YOUNG BOY SAVOR THE DELIGHTS OF ASSUMED FEMININITY DELIGHTS WHICH EVEN GERALD HIMSELF WAS DUBIOUS ABOUT SOMETIMES. BUT IT APPEARED THAT JAMES WAS A TRANSVESTITE AT HEART AND WAS A TOTALLY WILLING INITIATE.

LYING THERE BETWEEN SILKEN SHEETS IN ONE OF HIS PRETTIEST PINK LACE NIGHTIES, GERALD FELT HIMSELF GETTING AROUSED AT THE MEMORY OF WHAT HAD HAPPENED AFTER HE HAD FINISHED DRESSING JAMES IN HIS FRILLIES THE DELIGHTFUL SIMULATED SEX THEY HAD ENJOYED, THANKS TO THE VULVA-LIKE CROTCH OF GERALD'S PLASTIC MODESTY DEVICE.

BECAUSE OF THE UNIQUE STRUCTURE OF THE DEVICE, GERALD'S OWN PENIS HAD BEEN TUCKED IN A SPECIAL CHAMER BETWEEN HIS OWN THIGHS, AND THE SENSUOUS CONTACT OF JAMES' SYMBOL AGAINST THE THIN PLASTIC WALL WHICH SEPARATED THE TWO PENISES HAD BROUGHT GERALD AND JAMES BOTH INTO FANTASTIC ORGASMS.

EVEN THINKING ABOUT IT NOW MADE HIM ALL HOT AND BOTHERED, AND HIS NOW-UNFETTERED SYMBOL WAS GETTING HARDER AND HARDER UNDER THE NIGHTIE AND THE SILKEN COVERLET, WHICH LATTER WAS BEGINNING TO ASSUME TENT-LIKE APPEARANCE.

JOSIE, GERALD'S PERSONAL MAID, CHOSE THIS MOMENT TO OPEN THE DOOR SOFTLY AND PEEK IN TO SEE IF HER CHARGE WAS BEHAVING HIMSELF.

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"ZUT, ALORS!" SHE EXCLAIMED AS SHE SPIED THE EVIDENCE OF GERALD'S EXCITEMENT. "WHAT NASTINESS IS THIS?"

"NOTHING, JOSIE," GERALD REPLIED IN TERROR. "NOTHING AT ALL. I WAS JUST THINKING!"

"THINKING!" JOSIE RETORTED. "AND WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN THINKING ABOUT TO MAKE THAT NAUGHTY LITTLE PERSON STAND UP LIKE A BARGE-POLE?"

WHILE GERALD GROPED FOR DEFENSIVE WORDS, JOSIE STRODE INTO THE BEDROOM AND PLANTED HERSELF THREATENINGLY NEXT TO HIS BED. SHE WAS HERSELF READY FOR BED, WEARING ONLY A DIAPHANOUS BLACK LACE NIGHTIE WHICH HID NOT ONE OF HER ABUNDANT CHARMS.

"I WAS ONLY GOING OVER MY AFTERNOON WITH JAMES IN MY MIND, " GERALD SAID IN A PLEADING TONE. "IT WAS KIND OF EXCITING TO HELP ANOTHER BOY DRESS UP AS A GIRL."

"ARE YOU SURE THAT WAS ALL THAT HAPPENED, MISS GERALDINE?" JOSIE INQUIRED, PEERING CLOSE AT HIS EXPRESSION. "DID YOU TWO ENGAGE IN A LITTLE HANKY PANKY BESIDES?" GERALD'S FACE FLUSHED BEET-RED, AND

HIS SYMBOL TINGLED WITH RENEWED EXCITEMENT.

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