60-TV FICTION CLASSICS

"I know," Alan said, just the least bit flabbergasted that Cindy would be talking to his mother about other boys.

Cindy said innocently, turning to Alan's mother, "Alan will need to understand what boys think girls are for? He should probably go out with a men once in a while. Is that okay with you?"

"Of course dear," Alan's mother "We want him to feel like a girl...I would hate for him to get frightened by some man!"

"I think I can handle them..." Alan trailed off, thinking maybe he should give himself time for a little reorientation before he added anything more.

"He does seem to be learning quickly," Cindy said in a slightly amused manner, "I wonder if he isn't picking things up a little too fast. It was rather a sexy situation, Cindy had to admit-such a darling sissy with all that thrilling equipment. She got rather hot as she considered some of the possibilities with Alan's mother.

She decided that his mother was too eager-even if she did seem to be just teasing Alan about men! Cindy thought, this was a time when a boy, especially a boy like Alan needed his mother's attention and guidance.

If Alan was to be a full time girl, he would have to learn many things and in a way so as not to intimidate him. Probably sooner, the better.

As soon as they left for dinner, Alan cried, snuggling up next to Cindy in the car, "Oh, Cindy. It's all happening so fast!"

"You'll see. There just isn't any other way." Cindy kissed Alan on the lips in a rough manner. She liked kissing this effeminate boy who was on his way to womanhood.

Alan felt contented and beautiful as Cindy held him firmly.

The months went quickly. Alan found he was rapidly obtaining a distinctly feminine and passive identity. There wasn't anything he could do about it. With Cindy's assistance he was becoming more feminine every day.

Only one thing bothered his mother-when Alan began going out dancing and double dating. In his little short dresses that merely skimmed his knees, she realized how much her son had changed.

On the morning of his three-month anniversary, Alan found a check on his mail box-the $2,000.00 bonus. A note was with it that said, "You're doing a great job. . .let me know if you wish to stay on full time. A.R.

Alan was dressed looking absolutely sophisticated in a black afternoon uniform, delicate pearls, matching earrings, a cute gold pin, black leather handbag, black suede pumps and a wisp of a white lace cap provocatively over his curls.

Alan called the penthouse and asked to see Mrs. Richardson for a minute, privately. "Of course, of course! But please hurry, I'm expecting someone?"

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Alan had become a stunningly feminine girl. Cindy and his mother had done their job well. All eyes now turned to admire and lust after his feminine beauty.