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too. I tried not to think about what a sissy like me would rate.

I had never seen the crazy immature side of Margaret----and it was contagious! I guess with living at home again, she was re-living her teen years. To be daring, we did crazy things. We would sneak out of her house and ride around in the car in our babydoll nightgowns...giggling endlessly. Even getting close to another car with a guy in it would throw us into spasms of giggles. We'd fall all over ourselves once we got home safe. . .usually making passionate love.

The illogical things we did were inconceivably silly but maybe the most fun I'd ever had in my life----in or out of a dress. Our motto! "Resist temptation but never mischief."

I was realizing where Margaret's sense of humor came from. While mostly "sugar and spice", I now realized that women had a naughty side. A unknown and exciting aspect of life----and she was teaching me all about it.

When we'd put on our short skirts, tight sweaters, and high heels, she'd giggle, "Are we going to be naughty girls tonight?"

It was an attitude about going out----not anything that was actually done. With Margaret's assistance, my inherent male attitudes were changing to those of a young woman.

BACK AT SCHOOL...

After summer, I don't know why I thought I could just "switch back."

The first day of school, I headed for the shower as Margaret said she was getting my clothes back from storage.

I headed to the bathroom and shampooed and conditioned my hair as was now my routine. Long hair sure took more attention than short hair. I towelled off, wrapped a large bath towel around myself (without thinking I wrapped it as a woman would, that is, under the armpits like a short dress), another smaller towel turban-style around my head. Return-

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ing to my bedroom, I found my 'male clothes' laid out on the bed!

Strange...they were not my regular clothes as I anticipated but jeans all the same. I checked the tag and they were 10's. My size in girl's jeans!

Margaret said, "I don't think your old jeans will fit you now. These will! Just wear the sweater out." On the bed was a bright blue sweater with a v-neck.

Beside the sweater and jeans were bikini panties, pantihose and white tennis shoes! There was no bra.

"Margaret! I can't wear these!" I cried with a sweeping gesture of my hand toward the soft cashmere sweater. "These are girl's clothes?!?"

"Why not? You always wore jeans and sweaters before. You'll look fantastic in these. Just try them on."

It had been so long since I'd had on male clothes, I didn't want to argue. These were male compared to what I'd been wearing.

I brushed my hair all back tightly and caught it into a pony-tail secured with a covered elastic. I felt the luxurious tickle as my bouncy ponytail brushed the nape of my bare neck.

My familiar smooth face and arched eyebrows grimaced back from the mirror. I put on the clothes. The pants fit tightly over my shapely hips and snugly about the waist. The traces of red lipstick still remaining were not helping any but that wasn't the biggest problem. The slight bounce of pert nipples against the front of the sweater was most eye-catching. I had no time to cut my nails or remove my nail polish and this added to my oddball appearance.

"Look at yourself, Jackie?" Margaret cried unaware that she had used my feminine name. "You still look like a girl!"

I was aware of my appearance and I was not pleased by what I saw! I moaned, "Those hormones! They did this to me!"

"Hiding those nipples are the primary challenge," Margaret said surveying my image. "They're small but so PERT! Look at the way you're standing. That's from months of being a girl. I think we'd have a better