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fingers barely touched my cheeks as she drew my lips to hers again. For a moment I no longer felt like the girl- man she had made me and I started to draw her close to me. Then Helen suddenly laughed and pushed my away. She walked across the room to the couch and dropped her coat on the armrest.

"Honey, you are becoming sweeter every time I see you", she said. "Isn't it much nicer being a girl?" Formerly I used to blush when she asked me that; but just now I didn't, for I was happier as a girl. I loved belonging to Helen and being pretty for her. But I didn't answer, changing the subject instead. "Would you like a Martini?"

We sat for awhile, relaxing, sipping our drinks and watching the flickering images on television; then we put on our coats and went out. I knew I made up as a beautiful woman, but Helen was even more lovely, and I often felt a twinge of jealousy when she attracted more admiring glances than I. Still I felt very proud of my Goddess and very happy as the recipient of her charms. Helen was three inches taller than I and as feminine in appearance as I. She never wore slacks, her hair was long and lovely and despite her height, she never wore anything but extremely high-heeled pumps.

Outside, the air was crisp and chilly. The stars glinted, seeking, it seemed, desperately to out do the moon. It was late, with no noise but the occasional barking of a dog. Sleek, graceful, feline forms ran by and uttered their heart-stirring calls, for all the world like crying children.

So Helen and I went wandering up there among the stars, to other worlds and places beyond. We traveled, it seemed for ages, and the words from her lips were sweet, clean and beautiful.

The words we spoks, wore themselves into time. Words that left the mind and entered the heart. And so, because we were small people in a small world set apart in the multitudinous