28-TV FICTION CLASSICS

SANDY THOMAS ADV. braided with a pink ribbon for color. Finally, his hair had been wound into a tight bun that made him appear very feminine.

"Wow, Paul...you look. . .real!" Sam managed at last. "So do you bud! Nice hair." Paul replied.

"Enough admiring your looks, we have a lot to do tonight," Joanne said as she reached for the door. "We have to get to the boutique and get you your clothes."

With much trepidation, Sam and Paul were off for their first sojourn in public dressed as girls, and both of them had butterflies the size of eagles as they rode into the heart of

town.

That evening, while Paul and Sam suffered embarrassment after embarrassment trying on skirts and dresses, Evan was relaxing at home with his mother. After dinner, he had used Nair on his legs and had shaved his underarms and all other places a girl might.

Nylons went on easily over his shiny legs. Running his hands up the smoothness of the nylons on his legs made his fingers tingle. He sighed at the pleasant sensations.

He looked perfectly comfortable in the flowery house dress his mother had loaned him. The caress of the soft dress about his body was intoxicating. Evan looked down often over his pert breasts to the flowered print and adjusted the skirt over his smooth legs.

Now, as they sat at the kitchen table preparing to do each others nails for the weekend and talking about the clothes and make-up he should wear on Monday. His mother pulled out several lipsticks and said, "Pucker out your lips, now, that' a girl." They tried various shades of lipstick until they found just the right one. "Now it's your turn to do it." his mother said handing him the gold tube.

He put on the lipstick as carefully as he could, but even then it took several wipings and attempts before he and his mother were satisfied. "This is harder than it looks," Evan said studying his bright red lips.

"All it takes is practice, practice and more practice," his mother giggled. "If my son is going to wear lipstick, I want

it neat.

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Still not satisfied, she told Evan to put his hands on the table and she filed then painted his fingernails a bright red to match his lipstick. "Why are lipstick and fingernails red?" Evan asked.

"For a woman, red means both stop and go!" Sarah was both ecstatic and a little worried. Ecstatic because she was having fun playing dress-up with the daughter she had never had and because Evan seemed to like his new role.

Sarah loved being a woman and all the little wonderful components of femininity. She worried because of what this experience might do to her son. Would he ever be happy going back to being just a boy.

Chapter Six

Friday evening while they were shopping, Sam and Paul found out that their mothers had indeed made beauty salon appointments for them the next day. That really helped them sleep better that night...that and the nightgowns they were told to wear...to get them thinking like girls day AND night.

Saturday morning, both boys went through the depilating ritual that Evan had endured.. .and enjoyed...the night before. They had to because they were informed that they would be wearing skirts to their salon appointments! Protests were countered with the reasoning that they should get all the practice they could before the judging started on Monday.

Sam felt like an army volunteer must. You join voluntarily, and from then on, everything comes as orders.

For simplicity and to save time, both boys wore the same hairdos as the night before. Only this time, Sam wore a new denim dress he had bought the night before. His outfit was complete with a B-cup bra and silicon filled breast inserts that moved just like the real things. He could already sense that the shoulder straps of the unfamiliar garment would be hurting by the end of the day.

Emma had selected a very feminine, sleeveless sundress for Paul. It had a bright design of flowers on a yellow background. The full skirt had a ruffle that tickled his knees as he walked making him feel foolish and self-conscious.

The first thing both boys had to be taught was how to wear a skirt. They were taught how to smooth their skirts before sitting, so they wouldn't wrinkle their skirts.