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The mother answered graciously as Bill saw the boy's head turn and his deep brown eyes, warm and curious, focused on Bill's.

Bill, never one for improper etiquette, asked the mother to dance.

"I'm tired," the mother said, adding, "Maybe Ashley would like to...he been taking dance lessons."

"Ashley" was the boy's name!

Bright pink lips accepted his offer and Bill lead Ashley out onto the dance floor, taking him lightly in his arms.

"Do you dance often?" Bill asked smelling the light fragrance that wafted from the boy's glittering brown hair. "No, I'm just learning," the angel face said, adding, "I'm new at all this. . .but mother's helping."

"You look lovely," Bill whispered, "too pretty to ever be a boy."

The boy blushed. "That's what my mother says," he confided, tilting his head back revealing bright white teeth. Bill wished he had the break these boys had. His family was poor and survival was first. . .not dresses. Bill was now rich-he thought that maybe he should set up some kind of a scholarship for the less fortunate boy-girls.

Bill asked, "You dance so well-very light on your high heels. What other training are you taking?"

"Mother's punishing me for being in a gang and keeps me busy," Ashley said, fingering a long lock of hair that fell over his eyes. "Makeup, comportment, voice and sewing...I had to make this dress!"

Ashley seemed delighted to show off the satin creation that encompassed his body, hid his surely dainty lingerie and gave such an appearance of sweet femininity.

"Very nice," Bill said feeling the lacy ruffles. "That's the nice thing about being a girl-you can wear such pretty things. Bill pulled Ashley closer, feeling the soft tips of Ashley's bosom nudging against his chest.

Bill looked down to find Ashley looking up. Another inch and his lips would be grazing Ashley's mouth. It was full, provocatively pink, set off by flushed cheeks-a most inviting target. Bill moved his hand up Ashley's back, feeling the supple flesh beneath the indent made by Ashley's narrow brassiere strap, then down slowly to the boy's "bowed" swaying hips.

"Perhaps we can go dancing again?" Bill asked hopefully.

"Perhaps," the boy blushed.

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The dance ended all too quickly for Bill. He delivered Ashley back to his mother who stated, "You two dance very well together. See dear, I told you dance lessons would come in handy."

Ashley seemed so trustful, so delicate, so glad to be a girl. He wanted to know Ashley's story-maybe he could help the 'cherub' evade the glittering nets that would certainly be cast for him.

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Bill went back to the newlyweds. He wished he could 'watch' during their wedding night. How exciting to follow the newlyweds relationship but he would just have to fantasize. Suzanne would surely encourage Julian's feminization in the future.

A white limo was standing by. It's trunk full of previously packed luggage. It was off for two weeks at a private villa that they had rented in the hills outside Palm Springs.

To make the long drive more comfortable, Julian and Suzanne retreated to a bedroom in the house and assisted each other in removing their wedding gowns, headpieces, petticoats and slips. They left on the matching corselettes and other lingerie.

Donning elegant short cocktail dresses and matching shoes they paid one last farewell to the guests, kissed their mothers and bridal attendants goodbye, then hustled off into the awaiting car.

The driver had the privacy partition raised between him and the couple to allow the newlyweds the closeness that they wanted. The roomy back seat area had all the comforts of home with champagne, caviar, stereo and TV. Julian and Suzanne were so excited that they had to consciously restrain themselves from consummating the marriage right then and there!

Chapter XX

That evening they were finally truly alone in the elegant, spacious villa. They retired to the huge bedroom with its