50 TV FICTION CLASSICS "SANDY THOMAS

I was thrilled with the hairdo I received! The rollers were removed carefully, leaving my head covered in tight ringlet curls. Then the hairdresser combed through them gently, just enough to separate the ringlets. Then taking a comb, she began to tease the roots and then drew section after section up onto the top of my head. The ringlets spilled down over my ears and just touching my shoulders. I handed the operator the red silk ribbon I had brought with me. She proceeded to carefully tie it around my mass of curls, leaving the ends of a bow to dangle seductively at the back of my neck.

Meanwhile, Michael's hairdresser backcombed his hair and pinned it on the very top of the head into a classic Gibson Girl. Curled tendrils, twisted delicately all around the bottom of the style to tickle Michelle's neck.

"You're a knockout!" I said to Michelle as he and I walked back to our dorm.

"You're no shrinking violet yourself," he replied giving me a pat on the bottom. "I've seen that dress you bought, you'll have to call the fire department to cool off the boys tonight."

I blushed. The thought of 'real boys' looking at me gave me a mysterious chill. It wasn't that 'humiliated feeling' like at first, no it was different. More like excitement, a fluttering feeling prevailed when ever I thought of men reacting to me as a female. I wanted to be beautiful. That required me to think and glamorize myself like any female.

Though the dance wasn't until 7:00 o'clock we started to get ready around four. Manicures with a clear bottom coat, two coats of color, and two clear top coats were applied to both fingers and toes. Make-up was a "team exercise", with lots of arguments about what looked "right" pink eyeshadow, eyeliner, false eyelashes, lush mascara, foundation, blush, and lipstick. With the glamorous hairstyle, I looked radiant!

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At six o'clock, I stood in front of the mirror naked. It was such a strange sight! A look of femininity above the waist with budding breasts, sexy make-up and hairdo, and below the waist with shapely, silky smooth legs, but in the middle...that unmistakable maleness. It looked smaller and it's sight shook me. It brought me back to reality with a high voltage jolt!

"Darn! What am I doing?" I swore under my breath. Michelle heard.

"Now what?" he asked, standing in a similarly naked condition. I couldn't help but notice that his maleness was very petite, in fact so insignificant as could only be called symbolic. Were the hormones going to do that to mine also?

ACTING LIKE A GIRL -51

Would I surpass him in breast size? I recalled how I thought that Michelle was such a feminine creature when I first arrived at Rosemount .and now was I equally feminine?!! I was experiencing a 'masculinity' attack. Michelle read it right away.

"Easy, Ken," his use of my boy name indicated his understanding of what was happening, "Get on some panties or better yet try one of these. We haven't got time for a crying jag.'

He threw me a silky new red garment with the tags on it. See page 55. It looked innocent enough, but then I read the back. It said:

'THE MINIMIZERTM panty, made for the feminized boy with adjustable strap waist with stretch release, bottom uplift. Lace embellished control system to trim 1" to 2" off a feminized boy's waist. Advanced contour model with powernet eliminator: WARNING! Should be worn only by boys experienced with firm "male" control garments.'

Following the instructions, I thought, "Where does he get these wonderful toys?"

Mike showed me how to put it on by wearing one himself. Getting it on took some doing. . .Mike was right, the 'masculinity' attack passed quickly as the mirror reflected a sexy young woman with my face. I was almost breathless from the way the garment completely feminized my erogenous area creating a smooth feminine "V".

Michael strutted over to the mirror and examined his curved image. He glowed with feminine self-confidence knowing he had reached a new pinnacle in "girlhood". He warned me, "I love the feminine look, but some of the seniors warned me not to wear 'THE MINIMIZERTM' more than 5-6 hours even though it becomes thoroughly comfortable."

My red control panties with lace panels, were complemented with a matching red garter belt for my narrow waist, a lavishly lacy, front-closing, push-up bra, and a mini-length silk slip. The garter belt kept my black, patterned, back-seamed stockings up tightly over my legs. I even added a pair of black silk garters around my thighs. . .strictly for their sexiness appeal should my minidress flip up to reveal the tops of my stockings. Next came two sets of short, red net petticoats...my first petticoats! The top of the red cocktail dress fit like a second skin in spite of my dieting. "I don't know why you bother wearing a dress, you hussy!" Michelle teased, "I can see the outlines of your belly button in that dress."

"Cool it, Queen Victoria," I replied in turn, in relation to the skin tight parody of a Victorian gown Michelle was wearing. It too was very short skirted. His Gibson Girl hairdo perfectly complemented the slinky, quasiantique style it pretended to represent. Michelle's exotic makeup even made my heart flutter...he looked stunning!

I felt different tonight. . .I think I looked beautiful. Deep inside I hoped that the boys would admire me. My mirror showed a stunningly