to practice that," he said. "I'll never use them again." Neither Susan or Cindy said a word.

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Then a pair of open toed low heeled shoes were placed on his feet. "Those are great for dancing," Cindy spoked out. "The heels are low so they don't foul you up and the open toe front show off your nicely painted nails." A pair of green. checked underwear came next. "If you twirl around and your skirt flies up the boys will only see these," Susan beamed. Terry couldn't believe excited the women were as they worked. He felt like a girl must feel on her first date with her mother dressing her to kill. The women worked a half-dozen petticoats up his legs and onto his When he stood up it seemed like he needed waist. three times as much room to walk in without hitting something. Susan slipped a padded brassiere around him and filled the cups with foam pads. "My daughter wasn't very busty either," she said. The pads gave him a perfectly proportioned bustline. Anxiously the women helped him climbed into the dress. The sleeves were puffy and full at the shoulders and the square neckline and tight waistline further accentuated his new figure. Susan zipped him up from behind and smoothed the dress down over the pile of petticoats. "He's adorable!! Cindy exclaimed. "I think the rest had better wait until later," Susan stated.

They led him back into the living room. He felt awkward in the costume as with every step the petticoats rustled loudly and the bottom of the dress swung from side to side. "Let me show you some basic steps," Cindy volunteered. Soon Terry was prancing around the living room and changing partners between Cindy and Susan. They taught him how to sit in a dress, cross his legs, and twirl so that the petticoats flew up and exposed his matching panties. He worked hard at it because he didn't want to embarrass Tina by being a total clod at his first dance.

Finally the women figured it was time to finish their handiwork. As Terry returned to the bedroom he swiveled his hips so that the dress

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bounced seductively.

"You learn quick sweetie," Susan proclaimed. He sat down at the vanity and she went to work on his face while Cindy took his hair down. He objected to the idea of plucking his eyebrows but submitted when Susan assured him that they would grow back, "se fast you '17 get tired of plucking them sometimes." He figured he wouldn't have to worry about that so he told her to go ahead. Since he wasn't very hairy they did not require much work. In no time she had them arched perfectly. She was so pleased with them that she asked Cindy to stop her work for a minute and take a look. "My doesn't that improve our little girl's face!" she exclaimed.

Susan dusted his eyelids with green shadow to blend with his dress and then applied heavy mascara to his lashes, which thickened and curled beautifully. To complete his eye make-up she drew a bead of eyeliner to give them a wider appearance. The effect was perfect! Big beautiful brown eyes framed with long dark lashes! Susan was thrilled as she brushed blusher on his cheekbones and powdered his nose. She finished the look with a tube of lipstick that matched the cherry red nail polish he was wearing. "They look so good I'd like to kiss them!" Cindy squealed. And she did, but just a peck so as not to smear them.

These women.

Terry was lost in the situation. were making such a fuss over him he wondered if they would ever let him wear pants again. "Tomorrow," he said to himself, "it's back to blue jeans." Cindy had been working on his hair all this time and was finally finished. Susan took one arm and Cindy the other as they led him over to the wall mirrors. They had not let him see himself since they began the conversion so they watched him anxiously for his reaction.

Terry's knees grew weak at the sight that met his eyes. His hair was piled high on top and cascaded down his back in long tubular curls, with one curl falling on each blushing cheek in front of this ears. The total effect of the shoes, petticoats, dress and bra gave him a marvelous fi-

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