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"Elaine, this is ridiculous.

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"It isn't, darling. I'll help you ever know about our little experiment. to work, what have you got to lose?"

and no one need Even if it fails

After considerable discussion, I finally agreed to give Elain's somewhat fantastic idea a whirl. I was con- tent to leave all the arrangements to her. What else could I do? After all, my knowledge of feminine frills and fan- cies had been limited to observation,..a far different pro- position than assuming an active female role and living it. Fortunately, I'm small-framed and Elaine decided we could make do with some of her clothing. However she compiled a long shopping list and the next day she plunged into the task of outfitting me properly; a head to toe task that kept her away from the apartment most of the day. Un her return we held a try-on session that lasted until nearly midnight, Everything was complete, even to a blonde wig.

Next morning Elaine found herself saddled with another job...that of personal maid... "Here, darling," she laughed, "they don't fasten like that, Let me show you. There! And your stockings, you don't tug on them by main force, Watch me put mine on, as you have a hundred times and you'll see how it' & done. You just never did observe it, did you.

I had to admit that I'd been more entranced by the graceful curves of her body than by the superficial gar- ments which convention demands the well-groomed woman must wear. But now the art of dressing was the number one sub- ject on my new curriculum, After that was mastered, Elaine coached me further on the delicate, intimate details of femaile deportment.

"Don't slouch like that, # she teased, "Sit erect and throw your shoulders back. See? It accentuates your bosom. Mmm...those falsies really do things for you! Here, don't cross your legs that way, man-fashion. Remember you have to be both graceful and modest in every pose and gesture." I imagine I was a rather awkward pupil at first. With Elaine's constant stream of suggestions, I began to get into