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We drove West, the three of us. We stopped at motels and hotels and had a grand time all the way! No one that saw me at any time thought I was a male! I FELT and acted like a girl, I WAS Elsie and that was that. I was happy and so was Miss Cora and Alice. Miss Cora had sold her place and we had left her Village for all time. We arrived in San Francisco one morning in late June. What a lovely city, indeed a city with a personality! I was taken to one of the many wonder- ful shops. I was fitted out with the most gorgeous wedding outfit that ever was. My wedding day arrived and we met with this lady minister at a home she had leased on the edge of the city. Alice was to arrive later on. I was taken to a room and here Miss Cora prepared me for my wedding. I was bathed and scented. All the time since my becoming Elsie my skin had been treated by Miss Cora. I was smooth and lovely, The most lovely hand

I thrilled at my own body! made hose were put on me; oh, they were a dream of film- like material, there was just a whisper of blue in these stockings. They were pulled up taut by my cor- selette supporters and this darling corselette was covered with white satin and the supporters were co- vered with gathered white satin and the clasps were embellished with dainty rosettes of fine Irish Lace! My bra was a dream of white satin. Due to treatments that Miss Cora had given me and that my new wife would continue, there was some evidence that my breasts were filling out and I was not at all un- happy about it!

My panties! Oh, my wedding panties were the most lovely panties I had even dreamed of! Soft as doe skin, a froth of lace, white and chaste with white ribbons and insertions in the leg at the lowest gorgeous frill. The panties of; course had elastic at the waist but the legs had none but they fit perfectly and they just came down past my hose tops where the lovely supporters held so firm and true! My slippers were high heeled satin and like my hose had just a trace of blue.