IN MY GIRLISH GUISE WERE AS ARDENT AS HER NOTICE OF ME AS A MERE BOY HAD BEEN COLD.

IT WAS DECIDED THAT WOULD ENTER A GIRL'S FINISHING SCHOOL, ONE RUN BY AN ARDENT FEMININIST NAMED MISS LOUISE, FOR THE SPRING SEMESTER, WHICH WAS ABOUT TO

COMMENCE.

IN SPITE OF MY FEARS THAT WOULD BE INSTANTLY DENOUNCED AS A MERE MALE IN SKIRTS WHEN I ARRIVED AT THE SCHOOL, NONE OF THE OTHER GIRLS PAID ANY MORE ATTENTION TO ME THAN THEY WOULD ANY OTHER NEW GIRL. I LEARNED ONLY LATER THAT AT LEAST HALF THE GIRLS IN SCHOOL WERE BOYS IN FEMININE ATTIRE LIKE MYSELF WHO, FOR ONE REASON OR ANOTHER, HAD BEEN COMPLETE FAILURES AS MALES.

I HAD MANY STRANGE ADVENTURES AT MISS LOUISE'S SEMINARY, BUT THE ONE WHICH COMES TO MIND DURING SUCH REMINISCENCES AS THESE WAS MY FIRST FORMAL DANCE.

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I WAS FAULTLESSLY ATTIRED YELLOW CHIFFON FORMAL GOWN, WITH LOW-CUT BODICE REVEALING THE ARTIFICIAL CLEAVAGE

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CREATED BY MADEMOISELLE BY STRICT CORSETTING AND THE JUDICIOUS USE OF TAPE ON THE SOFT FLESH UNDER MY BREASTS.

I WAS TRULY BEAUTIFUL THAT EVENING, AND ALL THE BOYS WHO HAD BEEN INVITED TO THE DANCE VIED FOR THE OPPORTUNITY TO DANCE WITH ME.

IT WAS ONE HANDSOME FELLOW WHO MANAGED, AFTER OUR DANCE, TO MANEUVER ME INTO A SECLUDED CLUMP OF TRESS IN THE LARGE GARDEN WHICH COMPRISED THE GROUNDS OF THE SEMINARY. WE SAT IN THE MOONLIGHT ON A WOODEN BENCH, LISTENING TO THE CRICKETS AND THE GIGGLING SOUNDS OF OTHER COUPLES IN OTHER NEARBY SMOOCHING SPOTS.

THE BOY, WHOSE NAME WAS ALAN, SOON GOT TERRIBLY FAMILIAR WITH MY PERSON, HIS HANDS ROAMING EVERYWHERE EXCEPT THE AREAS OF MY PERSON FIERCELY DEFENDED BECAUSE THEY WOULD REVEAL MY TRUE GENDER TO HIM.

"ALAN, PLEASE!" I SAID. "I'M NOT THAT KIND OF GIRL!" I PUSHED HIS GROPING HANDS OUT FROM UNDERNEATH MY SKIRT, AND HE PAUSED FOR A MOMENT.

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