ressively higher, till I can now comfortably wear shoes with 5- inch heels. She has now undertaken the final feminine touch, by endeavouring to increase the size and sensitivity of my breasts by massage and the use of a water-vacuum pump she obtained in Paris. Already I am the proud possessor of twin mounds that many a girl would love to have, so that I can wear a decollete gown or a sunbathing suit without having recourse to my falsies. But for my voice, I could pass anywhere as a girl, and a pretty girl, too, according to Helen and also to the reflection I see in my mirror.

Our sex-life is quite normal, though Helen insists on my being dressed completely as a girl when we are together. She main- tains that my tight-lacing is good for me in more ways than one, and I feel she is right. Helen has devised a neat little pink silken strap which effectively conceals my masculinity, even when I am wearing skin-tight panties. Indeed, Helen laughingly says that in my filmiest and most revealing undies I'd successfully de- ceive even a panel of discerning matrons!!

I have become so accustomed to the feminine role that I find myself far more at home in skirts than in trousers, in which I am now beginning to feel dressed up! Helen often talks of the possib- ility of my living always as a female. It is a thrilling dream to me, but, if it comes true, we shall have to find a business to Occupy us. Since meeting you, I have been toying with the idea of a ladies' outfitting business, which could be developed to include facilities for men with feminine tastes and for ladies desirous of effeminizing their boys and menfolk.

I wish you luck in your search for an understanding wife, like my own Helen, and I do hope you'll write to me from time to time. Helen, who was once a typist, often does my letters for me, and that is precisely what she is doing now--typing this letter, as I dictate it to her. I for my part am sitting in a diaphanous neg- ligée wrap over black georgette camiknickers, opera-length sheer nylons (I love tights and full-length stockings) clipped to a tiny corselette very tightly laced, a pair of saucy beribboned garters and 6-inch-heeled cross-strapped shoes--quite an alluring picture, as the big wall mirror tells me, especially as my negligée falls open, my legs are crossed and one dainty shoe is balancing up and down in front. I am, of course, heavily made up, acented and be- jewelled, and I feel almost a Narcissistic tendency to fall in love with myself as I note my outstanding points. Such are the delic- ious thrills which go together with a transformation into a pretty girl.

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