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JUST TO PLEASE A LADY

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The tiny, jeweled watch on my wrist made me nervous. ten minutes more and Helen would arrive. I knew I was silly, but for some reason I felt inadequate. I fluffed my hair, moistened my fingers with perfume and dabbed some behind my ears and in the bend of the elbows; I raised the hem of my skirt and touched some to the back of my legs. I stood up and examined myself in the mirror. The black, low cut cocktail dress I wore gave my complex- ion a soft, creamy look; I loved the feel of the skirt about my legs. It was a present from Helen. So was the wristwatch and the perfume and the luxurious under-things beneath my dress.

Everything about me, the furniture, the television set, were mine

and the price I had paid for it stared back at me from the mirror. For Helen had made a girl of me! My hair was long and oily; only that very afternoon, Miriam, who is Helen's daughter, had done it up for me. My nails, too, were well cared for, perfectly manicured and glint- ing with a sleek carmine caating. Nothing remained of my former masculinity. I examined and straightened the seams of my hose, touched a little powder to mose and blotted the excess lipstick from my lips. I was ready now for Helen.

Something always happened to me when Helen appeared. The look of delight and desire in her eyes had the power to change my whole outlook. I no longer felt ungainly or inadequate; instead the frock I wore, the high-heeled Helen kissed slippers, made me feel wanted and lovable. I felt weak in me before removing her fur-trimmed coat. her arms as her lips pressed sweetly against mine. listened to the rapid beating of her heart, felt her breath against my cheek grow soft and rapid with ex- citement.

"My darling little sissy", she murmered.

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