50--MOTHER'S NEW DAUGHTER

for the entire vacation? I didn't know what to do. I let out an uncertain "I know!" I watched the stewardess heading our way.

I smoothed my skirt and straightened my nylons and took out my compact. If I was about to be discovered dressed as a girl, I had better look nice. I powdered my nose, applied another coat of lipstick, and combed a loose strand of my hair. I was ready to meet my fate.

Just as the stewardess came to us, I saw Sidney batting his eyelashes and said, "Can I get a soda for my sister? She has a terrible sore throat."

"Of course dear," the stewardess said. I had to admit, Sidney knew all the angles. I really don't think she'd seen me and had just responded to my voice.

I gave Sidney a smile of thanks. He was quite relieved, and we decided not to tell the others, especially my Mother. I looked up the aisle and saw the stewardess staring at me. I smiled sweetly and redid my lipstick. You can be sure I never made that mistake again! If I had to yell "Fire!", I'd do it soft and sweetly.

When we got to Hawaii, we climbed aboard a bus for the beach and our hotel. It was so beautiful that a strange calm came over me.

Sidney looked so attractive, intelligent and sweet. He was so vivacious and sensual, yet determined and graceful. Nothing like what I'd though a "sissy" would be like. He'd been through more than the toughest guy in school and yet was still gracious and kindhearted.

He sat in his little dress, so soft and tailored. A look of excitement in his face, his trim figure slender and elegant. I took inventory of his beauty. Jewelry highlighted his inner beauty. His earrings were partially hidden among soft curls. A pearl necklace accentuates his graceful neck and called attention to his young cleavage.

He wore just enough makeup to create a look of intrigue. His lips were accented pink with a touch of sensuality and his soft wavy hair framed his face with an air of mystery and independence.

I wanted to be like him, to be through what he'd been through. I began to feel what Sidney feels as he went about a girlish existence.

He was able to easily go from a casual cotton T-shirt,

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form fitting jeans, and tennis shoes to high heeled sandals, a tailored silk top and slender black skirt. He could willingly slip on a fetching cocktail dress with a tiered skirt, v-neck and open back and feel comfortable four-inch heels (for dancing) and unambiguously carry a small silver clutch purse.

Sidney was suddenly my hero. I had so much to learn and experience. Sure, I had learned the little things like wearing a lightly scented "day" foundation to protect my skin and how to highlight my cheekbones. I could do my iridescent eyes and paint my lips with a light touch of color and moistness, but there was more, much more to experi-

ence.

Could I ever feel at home with the stirring influence of silky nylons? I so wanted to be like Sidney. He was so at home in his light camisole, his lacy bra lightly lifting and accentuating his girlish bust. He allowed his slip to peek out on occasion when he wanted to be a little flirtatious. Could I ever enjoy the admiring male glances as MY skirt swirled out, revealing MY legs in silky patterned nylons. I dabbed on a drop or two of perfume and sighed, "So Sidney, did State win the baseball game last night?" He smiled sweetly and whispered, "In another week, you won't care about such things."

He may have been right, but it didn't happen easily. When we were settled in at the resort hotel, I began to realize what I'd gotten myself into. Naturally, any girl my age would be on the beach swimming or getting a tan.

I, however, was too scared to go out in a bikini. Sidney felt otherwise. He couldn't wait to get to the beach.

Adding to my discomfort, Sidney had bought me a new pink polka dot bikini. "Com' on!" he begged, "At least try it on. You know that passing below the waist won't be a problem." Sidney's fancy little gaff thing took care of that problem all right.

My chest was what worried me! Girl's swimsuits left a bit of their breasts partially exposed at their tops. Without my bra, I was just a flat chested boy.

Sidney kept at me to go out on the beach and into the sun. By the end of the day, I really flew off the handle at him. "We'll look stupid out there!"

Sidney smiled knowingly, "I haven't shown you the