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believe you actually wear this stuff!"

"I have to wear them if I want to look cute and have a figure like a girl. Feel this!" he held out a lacy brassier. "They are so soft and lusciously naughty to wear. . .once you get one on, you're hooked."

"Not me!"

"I'm going to try this on." Sidney was bright eyed with excitement when he came out. "Perfect!" he whispered. He gushed about how the padded cups fit so perfectly, giving him such nice "finer points." He giggled, "How'd you like to try one on later?"

"Why would I do that?" I blushed.

"Just to see why I like the feeling the silky nylon rubbing across my chest. It's such a naughty sensation to feel bra straps across your shoulders, and see enticing little mounds of femininity pressing outward from your chest. Once in a brassiere, you can't feel like a boy."

I just shook my head. Sidney was even playing stupid games with me like a girl. Like when they "accidentally" spray you with perfume in the school hallway.

He opened his purse for his credit card. It was filled with make-up, and a little bottle of Chanel #5 perfume, sunglasses. I even noticed a paper wrapped tampon.

On the way out of the store, Sidney continued to taunt me. "Look at this! I have this one!" He held up an ultra feminine peignoir set with layers of silky satin and billowy chiffon. "It just isn't fair! Being a big sissy, I can sleep in it, but you are afraid to even touch it."

"No I'm not!" I defended.

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"So touch it.'

My hand went out like it was fiery hot and touched the material with my fingertips. "Nice eh?" he asked. "I love sleeping in these things. It's like sleeping in a cloud." Picking up a pink, floaty chiffon babydoll nightie, he smiled, "I have this too. I feel so naughty wearing it!"

We roamed the mall all afternoon, finally stopping to fill his prescription. "I love pharmacies," he warned. "Com' on in. I'll see about the additional pill pack." I'd never realized how uncomfortable pharmacies made me feel.

After Sidney ordered his refill, we roamed through the store while we waited. He whispered, "Pharmacies are

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filled with all the little things that make women's lives comfortable." He picked out a few special things from the thousands of womanly products. There was hairspray, nail polish & remover, various brushes for long hair, barrettes and hairpins, make-up, pantyhose, Nair, eyelash curlers, female deodorants and douches, maxi-pads, Kotex, Tampax, and hundreds of women's magazines catering to every aspect of a woman's life from the glamorous VOGUE to the domestic WOMAN'S DAY.

Finally the pills were ready and we left. "Here you go," Sidney said handing me the pill dispenser. "Let's go have a soda and you can take one right now."

THE FRIENDSHIP BLOSSOMS...

Mother and I began to have dinner at Sidney's house about once a week. After one dinner, Sidney's mother remarked, "Jesse, you'll have to look for another friend during Spring Break vacation. We always go to New York before Easter to pick out new Easter dresses."

"Don't worry about me. I've got other friends, but I'll miss Sidney." I was sorry to hear he wouldn't be around. I'd miss our Saturday afternoons at the mall. As weird as it seems, I enjoyed watching Sidney shop.

"Why can't Jesse go along?" Sidney asked. "It will be a wonderful experience for him to see that marvelous city and he's becoming so much fun to shop with."

"He'd have to understand that our purpose is to pick out special Easter dresses," commented his mother. "You don't even take boy things on these trips.

Before I could respond, my mother burst, "What a wonderful idea! How about it, Jesse?"

Before I could reply, my mother jumped in again with, "Hold on a minute! We need to work out the sleeping arrangements. I'm sure you were only going to get one room. Now you'll need another for Jesse. We know they are both boys, but it wouldn't look right for the two to share

a room.

Sidney said, "We could say he's my brother and get a suite. Mother and I could take the bedroom and Jesse can sleep in the sitting room?"

"I'll call the hotel tomorrow and see what they have," Sidney's mother suggested then teased, "So, what kind of