was red and I felt, well I can't quite tell you, but it was real good like when a little kitten slides along your arm or leg.

Jane must have guessed how I felt 'cause she said 'Mommy won't be back for a while. Why don't you see how you'd look in some of these? How my heart jumped--nearly into my throat. Then suddenly I remembered that I was made differently from Jane. I said I would love to try on some of her pretty things, but she'd have to go out of the room while I changed. Jane left and I took off my clothes real quick and put on the panties so she wouldn't see. Just as I let go of the elastic she rushed in. 'Hurry up' she said 'I want to see how you look'. I felt funny with the panties on, but it was awful nice too. I stood and looked at the lace until Jane picked up a slip and soon we were both dressing me. Even the shoes fit. They were patent leather and with white socks looked swell.

'Look at yourself', Jane said; she put a hand to her mouth and stared at me as I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like Steve--that's me--and yet I didn't. I liked my self as a girl. Yes, I looked like Jeanette!

"Call me Jeanette" I whispered with a blush and when she did I just had to kiss her. Jane looked as though she couldn't believe her eyes--not because I kissed her--I'd done that before--but be- cause she thought I looked like a very pretty girl. Suddenly she gave me a big hug and said in a half whisper.

"I like you this way better. Whenever mommy goes out let's dress you up again. You can put on my Sunday dress next time. This weekend I'm getting some new panties and a real pretty slip. I'll let you see them when you come over next time." Then she told me to change again and in a few minutes time I was back in my boy's clothes. How rough they felt.

We played together until her mother came back and then I went home. I walked home slowly. Once I nearly went through a 'wait' sign. I was way up in the clouds. I could still feel the softness of those panties--still could see their lovely color and I was mak- ing plans for the next time that I could wear them. In the mean- time I still had that magazine. TRANSVESTIA it's called. I'm go-

ing to read it over again. I wish I had four dollars so I could get another. Tom might get one but I couldn't take it too. He would be suspicious.

Just wait until I'm as big as Charlotte and I'll have my pic- ture in it too. Calif.

Winfie, 32.