46-TV FICTION CLASSICS

girlish wide hips and soft flared thighs reacted appropriately to their new situation, that of forbearing potent attention.

A humble position it is, invaded by and ravished...all to accept a rich reward of male homage.

There was no satisfaction for Kelly, only the reward of conceding and conquering fears in one's self. A exhausted feeling overtook us both.

I asked breathlessly, "Are you okay?”

Kelly shook his head loosening all the long curls and smoothing out some non-existent wrinkles on the belly area of his gown, he said, "I feel like a flower bud, bubbling over with the essence of a hot summer cloudburst. Saturated in the spirit of a new frame of mind. I feel intensely feminine."

I drifted into a deep sleep. I felt ashamed of what had happened...I had encouraged Kelly to be feminine and to accept my carnal desires. I thought of him sleeping peacefully and wondered if he was full of shame too or did I fulfill his capacity as a pretty feminine person.

A NEW DAY

I don't remember waking up or getting dressed. Kelly was in the living room, still in his short nighty, with Lilly showing him how to put up his hair. With his long hair pinned up on top, he looked older, more womanly.

When Kelly saw me he went to get me coffee. His walk was different, more dainty, almost a mince with a full hip sway. A sway like I'd seen on my sister after a late date. Kelly handed me the mug of coffee and giggled girlishly, “I hope I didn't fill your cup too full.”

He didn't look ashamed or guilty. No, he looked like a load had been taken off his mind. He no longer had to play at maleness, even in front of me his most macho friend.

I don't remember anything that happened the next few months. All I know is that Kelly was more attractive to me than ever. He treated me like a 'boyfriend' and I treated him like my 'girl.'

"ALL DOLLED UP" -47

It started out with DANCING at "Rage". Kelly's flirtatiousness must have been attractive to me because he made me jealous when other guys would ask him to dance. This was the beginning of a rapid courtship on my part. Kelly flirted and encouraged me by being as glamorous as possible.

It wasn't long before we were dating on a regular basis. Kelly swooned, "You love my femininity and I love being feminine for you. I'd buy him lovely dresses, low cut knits in assorted colors then take him out in them.

My attention had a feminizing effect on Kelly. Kelly confided, "Look." I saw the shiny gold of small dangling earrings. "We were out shopping and Lilly wanted to buy me a pair of hoop earrings. We picked out a pair but they were for pierced ears. The clerk said she could pierce them for me. Lilly seemed excited by my willingness to pierce them saying you would like it. It was quick and only hurt a second. I have to let them heal for a week or two so I can wear the large hoop ones."

It was like a dream, and a nightmare. Here was my dream girl, beautiful, loving, in sexy lingerie...but this was my neighbor...a boy...it wasn't right...yet I could not stop my thoughts. What was happening...I couldn't see any male in Kelly.

Kelly was now seeing me as much as he could. We'd meet for dinner, shows, movies and night clubs. Kelly knew that I was in love with him, the "image" he played so well. I bought lots of gifts for Kelly: dresses, jewelry, and even some lingerie. Kelly, of course, also did nice things for me: cooked me dinner, bought me a tie for my birthday.

Under the leadership of a "boyfriend", Kelly's femininity blossomed. The hormones helped too. His skin seemed whiter, his lips a vivid red, his big blue eyes and arched eyebrows, everything said, "young ultra-feminine girl." Even if he wore them, boy's clothes couldn't hide his curves any more: the rounded full bust, the deep inward