38-TV FICTION CLASSICS "SANDY THOMAS

and underarms were shaved clean. Having completed the shaving and shower, I brushed my teeth then returned to my room. I found Michelle finishing laying out my clothes for the day. I couldn't believe what he had chosen from amongst his and my wardrobes.

"I'm lending you some of my stuff, because I think it will be just the ticket to go along with your plans." He giggled. "But first things first," he said as he held out what looked to me like a tiny, tiny, flesh-colored bikini bottom. "It's time you started a little 'dude-ette' training; this is called a gaff. You haven't been introduced to it yet, but in second year 'boy actress' training we have to wear them. It holds and flattens your boy parts in so that you can even wear a skimpy bathing suit, you still look female. Here take off your robe."

I dropped my robe on the bed, and stood somewhat embarrassed and naked in front of Michelle. But he was definitely playing the role of my best friend, and without another thought, he helped me step into the innocent looking little garment as he pulled it up over my legs.

I looked at him perplexedly, wondering why this was necessary. "Ok, Cath', now stand with your legs apart more...that's it. There are several brands of these garments, this one's called First DebiliTM; it's designed for maximum restraint training for boys first experiencing 'emasculated' masquerades."

As I complied, Michelle unabashedly told me how to gently maneuver and arranged my maleness back and up between my legs. He then deftly fine tuned several satin straps controlling the garment's elastic power that firmly, if not a little painfully, secured all signs of maleness completely out of view between my legs.

"Now look in the mirror." He pointed to the full-length one we were standing near. I couldn't believe it... there was now no bulge at all, just a smooth mound with a border of fine hair showing. I really could slip on a bikini bathing suit without giving my true sex away to any onlooker!

"Amazing...But it hurts," I complained.

"After a few hours you won't feel it. Trust me, you quickly feel vulnerable without it. Some of the seniors have said that after a few years of discipline, everything gets delicately tiny, then you don't have to wear such control to be 'smooth'. I've worn one from morning to night every day since last summer when I was at the beach."

"You mean you wore a girl's bathing suit at the beach?" I asked incredibly.

"I did. . .and I was told by more than one 'bikini expert' that I looked great. Besides, a boy's suit wouldn't fit right with my 'new' shape." He ran his hands down his rounded buttocks adding, "These look much better being displayed as a 'young lady's.'

"Gee, you have guts, Michelle," I said shaking my head.

ACTING LIKE A GIRL -39

Mike went to a drawer and pulled out a photo album saying, "My mother has helped a lot. I'll show you my vacation photos." The pictures were of Michelle and his family at the beach. There was a family resemblance, especially with his mother. There were several pictures of them in matching outfits and hairdos, looking like they were on their way to a mother-daughter pageant.

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Mike pointed to one picture saying, "See what it did for me.' picture was of him and his brother. Mike was wearing a sport outfit with short, tight shorts that zipped up the side and a tank top that clung to his protruding bosom. Mike turned the page and showed me a picture of him in a bikini, his hands on his hips and the wind lifting his long hair. It was an ultra-girlish bikini in pink and blue hibiscus print. The bottom, which wasn't as skimpy as some bikinis but still rather brief, fit smoothly and flatly, clinging to his hips just like any girl. The demi-bra top lifted his breasts provocatively.

He giggled and blushed, "I was so nervous going out with so little on. I guess I was curve-conscious, wondering if I had rounded enough to wear so little. My mother who was wearing a matching bikini was watching me do and re-do my makeup. She came over to my mirror and bolstered, 'I have the prettiest daughter now...you have developed so nicely!' The cups on my suit had push up pads that made my new development look twice as big, it made me blush. I felt so silly being dressed precisely like my mother."

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I commented, "I would have been scared!"

"I was," he said, "I knew that my figure in this suit was going to be provocative to the boys. I felt a knot in my stomach. I said to my mother, I can't do this!""

She smiled and said, "A good actor can play any part. If you can't do this, you might as well give up acting."

I wanted to stop acting like a girl and go out as a boy but my mother pointed out my soft swollen breasts, long curled hair, smooth shaven legs and plucked eyebrows. "Besides," she said, "if you start dressing as a boy, you'll never get through your 'actress' training.

áAs mother and I stepped out on the beach, I took a deep breath and kept saying to myself, 'I am a girl.' To my embarrassment there were three athletic, handsome young men we had to walk by. I took a deep breath and strutted by, wondering if everything was in the right place. My long curled hair spilled over my bare shoulders in a luxuriant provocative abundance. I wished I were wearing a dress or something. One boy whistled then commented, 'Ma'am, your daughter sure has nice legs!' I had to admit, they were right."

"Didn't you have any problems with the boys?" I asked.

"It was strange at first," he said thoughtfully. "My mother and I developed a new relationship. We became very close. My father was