58-TV FICTION CLASSICS

SANDY THOMAS ADV. Everyone expected the boys to finish last even though they had fulfilled the contest requirements and had become quite proficient in their impersonation over the last three weeks. The only question on their minds was the order.

"The fourth runner-up," Mr. Carlson announced, quieting the assembly, "is Miss Cheryl Stoyko!"

What was this? A moan arose from the crowd as a very unhappy Cheryl made her way forward. The unexpected had happened! Several of the girls had obviously finished below TWO of the boys! The audience was so stunned by what they had heard that they almost missed the next announcement.

"The third runner-up is Miss Cynthia Grange!"

What was happening? A much louder rumble rolled through the audience as they realized the impact of the situation. With two boys remaining and only one girl, the possibility that one of them being named Freshie Queen was substantial!

"The second runner-up is Miss. . .Janice Flynn!"

That was it! A boy would be selected as Freshie Queen for the first time in the history of the event!

With that realization, both Sam and Paul felt as though they would sink into the floor! In fact, they wished they would!

"The first runner-up...the one who will carry out all the duties of Freshie Queen in the unlikely event that the Queen cannot..."

A voice yelled out from in back gets pregnant!"

"Yeah, if the Queen

"Shhh!" Mr. Carlson ordered but even he thought THAT was funny. He continued while trying not to laugh, "The first runner-up is. . .Miss, yes, MISS Sam Miller!"

As Sam walked uneasily to the podium to receive his banner and flowers, the full impact of the moment hit Paul full in the face! His nylon covered thigh was clearly visible through the long slit in his sequined skirt, and he stood wavering on his heels as if he were about to faint. As the other five contestants came rushing over to congratulate and kiss him, he snapped back to reality as they led him forward to accept his crown.

BLONDE & BLONDER -59 When the last award was passed out and the last announcement made, everyone went home. . .after hundreds of pictures and several interviews with local newspapers. It was obvious, the boys were celebrities.

Everyone would see their pictures, their dresses and know that they could achieve the pinnacle of feminine beauty.

A very distraught Sam and Paul entered their bedrooms and plopped down on their beds in total exasperation! They kicked off their high heels and rubbed their feet and toes. After another long debate with their respective mothers about the ordeal they faced, they got up in total resignation and removed their lovely long gowns.

Sam was looking in the mirror surveying his prominent cheekbones, full lips and his long, thick lashes. . .so much like his mothers'. It was not all bad. Spending time together with his mother doing girl things was not only fun for him, she enjoyed teaching him the secrets of becoming a lady.

They had settled into a regular routine. He would join his mother and sister in his nightgown and negligee for breakfast. Afterwards, he would bathe, then go to his mother's room where she would pick out their feminine outfits for the day, help put on his makeup, and style each others hair. Sam followed his mother's instructions and was growing accustomed to dressing and behaving like her! Her persistence and the hours and hours of practice made him very proficient at dressing myself, applying my own makeup, walking in heels, and swinging my hips.

His mother's words rang in his ears, "Just walk like me. or "Cross your legs like this, dear." or "Straighten your skirt the way I do.'

The routine at night entailed: removing his makeup, rolling his hair, and creaming his face and body for the night just like his mother.

Sam climbed into bed, his nylon nighty covered his thighs and caressed his body. The seductive scent of sweet perfume still levitated around him. He realized that he would miss some aspects of feminine life. The soft nylon panties, gowns, and slips felt nice, on the other hand, he was still uncomfortable wearing a bra.

"Paul won," Sam thought. "I can be out of all this if I wanted." He wondered what it would mean to be first