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the act, I stood there admiring myself, secretly I couldn't help enjoying my new self "Not a bad imitation, I said. "If it were not for my hair nobody would guess I was a man "I intend to fix that", she said. From the bottom of the closet she brought out a beautiful human hair wig and put it on me.

The impersonation was complete. I was a gorgeous brun - ette. I was thrilled to see and feel the change from my old character into something so fascinating, A psychol- ogist would call it an escape from oneself--but BOY what a pleasant way to escape. I enjoyed prancing around in my swishing dress while watching Joanne dress, I even got the knack of gracefully walking in the high heel shoes. Watching Joanne dress, as if I too were a girl, gave me a pleasant sensation and attraction to her. When she po- litely asked my girl-to-girl advice on the choice of her clothing, I was further elated with confidence In fact,

I was beginning to feel in another world. I put the final touch on Joanne's dressing by zipping up the back of her dress and buckling the straps of her sandals. A warm glow of pleasure tadiated from the sensation of feeling that I belonged in this new world of feminine emotion, under- standing and expression.

"Donald, you bend down as gracefully as any girl," Joanne said. I couldn't withhold a smile of satisfaction. "It is only fitting that you should have a girl's name. How about Donna, to represent Donald's other personality?" "Suits me. Donna, it shall be." I could no longer resist pressing our two bodies together with a kiss. The sensation was all that I had hoped for, far exceeding the pleasure of any others experienced. And by the look on Joanne's face, I'm sure that she too would agree with me. Embracing each other had released any remaining male in- hibitions and had given me a strange and strong sense of belonging and feeling completely feminine from head to toe, while at the same time, strangely, retaining a sense of masculine identity I was pleasantly floundering in a fog of ecstasy.

When a foreboding bell out through the fog, I wearily