56-TV FICTION CLASSICS

Kelly chatted excitedly about his day: cooking, sewing, fashion, our son. His mental attitude was as passively feminine as he looked. There was no "boy" left, only the comfortable qualities of a female. Nylons, high heels, filmy lingerie and clinging dresses matched his feminine posture, walk and speech patterns.

Kelly snuggled in my lap and whispered, "I want to have another baby!"

"WHAT" I loved my life, my wife and children but I had to talk to Kelly about all this...How could this have happened?

But Kelly wouldn't let me get a word in. "Kelly, we have to talk..." But he just kept rubbing his manicured nails through my hair.

I started to yell...something I'd never done before. "KELLY...KELLY, listen...listen to me! PLEASE!!!!"

The perfume burned my nose, as I finally got Kelly's attention. He comforted, "I'm here...wake up! You're having a nightmare." He shook my shoulders.

The room was spinning, the haze clearing. I was in the cabin. I was soaked from sweating, it must have been the pizza. I looked at Kelly...it was like I lost years, yet it was only hours later. Kelly was stroking my head with a cool wash cloth.

"You must of had a high fever...I've been trying to wake you up for an hour."

My eyes went to Kelly. His small nipples showed under his translucent gown but not the full matronly breasts of my dream wife. It was all a dream. I felt relieved yet felt a loss. I was in love with the "dream girl", Kelly, but knew in "real life" it could never happen. It was all dream. of course?

After that night I could never look at Kelly without thinking of my dream.

Kelly didn't know of my dream and continued to spend every waking moment dressed as a girl.

"ALL DOLLED UP" -57

At college, the boy's physiques, most of whom had started beards, contrasted with Kelly's white round arms and delicate hands with pointed feminine nails.

Kelly's femininity was continuing to crystallize and it was becoming more difficult for him to hide his feminine shape: long hair, breasts, not to mention the way he walked, swaying in a non-male manner. His skin was white, smooth and hairless. His blue eyes were large and dreamy. As a boy he looked drab and frail, but when dressed as a girl he was a vibrant, flirtatious and alluring young girl.

Lilly loved feminizing Kelly, taking him to nearby towns where they wouldn't know anyone and going to dance clubs. At Lilly's insistance, they started to go on double dates with boys they met.

It wasn't long before he had many admirers and had a busy girl's social life. He told me he found it heavenly to be a beautiful young girl, adored by all. He knew what it was like to be kissed but also knew that was where it had to end. He never dated any one more than once or twice.

So life went on, a dull, wimpy boy during the week and dazzling, attractive female on weekend nights. Sunday's were spent with Lilly in town shopping for outfits for the next weekend's adventure.

One day, I saw his bedroom. It looked more feminine than Lilly's. All pink, the closet was full of dresses, skirts and high heeled shoes. On the bed, lay a pink lacy nightgown. Kelly was even sleeping as a girl.

I asked him, "don't you have any boy clothes anymore?" "Sure," he said, "They just aren't as much fun." He opened a drawer filled with pastel colored lingerie, panties, bras and garter belts. In the corner was three pairs of boy's underwear. He picked up a pair of lacy yellow nylon panties and said, "These aren't just clothes to me...they're an expression of my personality. I love wearing them under my boy clothesit's like having a secret."

He continued talking of his collection of intimate apparel holding up the panty's matching bra. "Can you imagine, I now 'fill' this bra...and it's comfortable too." Its soft