72 -MOTHER'S NEW DAUGHTER

casually and even had a few affairs with married men who wouldn't leave their wives. Many times I'd walk into the kitchen wearing my babydoll nightie and find "Uncle Tex" at the breakfast table.

Sidney moved to Chicago and we wrote back and forth for a while, but eventually lost touch. He finished school and got a job at an advertising agency. I attended secretarial school and became a pretty good secretary. We kept in touch for a while, then less so.

Several years later, I walked into a ladies room at the mall. I saw a plumpish brunette with a little tilted nose. She was wearing a trim business suit with a very short fitted skirt.

A throaty contralto voice hailed me. I turned and gasped, "Sidney!" We kissed in greeting.

"Darling, I'm back in town to see mother and I have a job interview. I've got so much to tell you! I went all the way! I'm completely a woman!"

My eyes glanced at where his thighs disappeared into his skirt. He picked up his skirt slightly so I could make out a flash of white panties. "You mean?" I asked.

"Yes! I had everything taken off! It feels so wonderful! I'm getting married to a marvelous man next month! You've got to be a bridesmaid! Say you will!"

"Of course, but. . ." I hesitated, "Could you show me?" He looked around the bathroom and said, "Come with me." He took my hand and led me to a large handicap stall and we both went in.

Sidney lifted his skirt to disclose he was wearing only a pair of transparent white lace panties underneath. Through the white lace, I could make out the dark triangle of a female pubis between his legs. Nothing else.

"You've got nothing?"

"That's right. No more bothersome erections. . .except by my boyfriends," he giggled. "He's there more than I ever was!"

"How does it feel to..."

"It feels wonderful! Darling, you've got to have it done! You're so effeminate anyway. I'll introduce you to my doctor. He'll fix you up!"

I blushed. As much as I was intrigued by the thought

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SANDY THOMAS ADV. -of being "fixed up", I still had hopes of getting involved with a woman who could like me for what I was...a most girlish boy.

Sidney adjusted her little skirt. We picked up our shoulder bags and went out hand in hand, like girlfriends, to do some shopping.

I couldn't help thinking about Sidney's change as I watched her trying on a new brassiere in the women's changing room. She bought some skin tight black spandex pants with a zipper in the back that showed off the girlish "V" between her legs. Pants that didn't hide the certainty of his change of sex.

I purchased a short, soft dinner dress with small pink daisies for a date. I didn't go out much----not because I wasn't asked, but I felt like I was leading the guys on. More than two dates with the same guy and I got afraid that they might find my tiny maleness bulging underneath.

All sorts of wonderful, brawny males were walking around us in the mall. They were checking us out. I finally asked Sidney, "I thought you liked girls?"

While Sidney wiggled her hips for all the males in view, she smiled with confidence. "I guess I've BECOME the girl of my dreams instead of meeting her. Sometimes when a man is making love to me, I imagine I'm him. . .making love to a beautiful woman----me! That's very exciting!" "Except you end up with the wet spot!" I joked.

From that day, we became inseparable. Sidney took the new job in town and returned to live with her mother. We share everything----especially an extensive wardrobe, even though she's now a bit taller. She is engaged to Bill, who she went out with in Hawaii, so I guess my sacrifice paid off.

What about me? I think I look better than ever, but I have learned not to be conceited about my appearance. To give you an idea of my progress, I do a bit of modeling from time to time. I have become my own version of "Allison."

As for men. The boys at the office joke with me, and I flirt back, but that's as serious as it gets.

The latest news. . .Erica, who loves me for what I am, and I plan to be married. Of course, we don't yet know