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P.O. Box 2309, wear at a resort. Finally, we both bought ourselves a lovely supply of new lingerie, nighties, and hose. Finally, the day came. We were all ready to go, and our reservations were on an early morning plane so that we would be flying almost all day. We would arrive at our destination during the late afternoon.

When the great day came, it was a furry of activity. I almost missed the routine of taking care of the children but was looking forward to getting

away.

"My black skirt----did you pack it...and high heels?" Mary asked in a rush.

my

white

"Yes, MADAME," I said properly. I had packed for us; making sure all was nicely ironed and neatly packed.

"You can call me Mary," she smiled, adding, "But don't call me lover, honey, or sweetcakes. . .we're sister's now. I will be calling you Nancy."

CHAPTER 6

Penny took us to the airport with our luggage. I had two large suitcases, and so did Mary. I wore my lovely white blazer, and blue traveling dress, and Mary wore her lovely sky-blue suit with blouse, shoes, gloves, hat and purse to match.

On the plane, I watched the stewardess go about her duties. I wondered if she was wearing a white bra and panties. . .like me. She was very sexy in the way she served the meals; leaning over delectably in her tight fitted skirt and high heeled pumps.

For just a moment, I was Gene again; an man. My own face and figure were suddenly foreign to me; distorted by my months of feminization. I was

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Mary must have know what I was thinking. . .she patted my hand and whispered, "That skirt would look nice on you too."

We arrived at our destination during the afternoon. When we arrive at our hotel we both took a short nap, and then started out to explore our surroundings.

I again wore my traveling outfit, and Mary wore a pale blue outfit--that being her favorite color. We went down stairs and looked the hotel and grounds

over.

It felt so strange being on vacation with my wife but expected to

"I knew I wasn't as pretty as Mary. I just hoped that I function as a woman. looked feminine enough." She was so attractive that sometimes I felt like the 'ugly sister'.