texture of his pretty undies, which, by putting one silken leg forward a little, he invited me to feel. I was touching the de- licious soft knickers, thrilled with their sheer femininity, when Nell and Mrs. Anderson came back quietly into the room. A little confused at the attitude I had been found in, I got up as Leslie's mother smilingly asked whether my interest had been girlish or boy- ish. Leslie laughed and reddened a little under his makeup, as he patted his silken knickers and petticoat and lowered his skirts to a more decorous and ladylike position. For my part, I could do nothing but blush furiouely at the question.

"Yes, you are quite right, Nell, " said Mrs. Anderson, "he should have been a girl. Let's make him into one, and do it prop- erly, not half-and-half as they did yesterday." Then began almost the most thrilling two hours of my girl-life, since that exciting day when Nell and my mother had dressed me and I was accepted as a second daughter. I was given a very dainty lace and embroidery chemise and sent into the next room to take off all my boy's clothes and also my own girlish undies.

As I was putting on the pretty chemise, Leslie came in with a little triangular pink silk garment, no bigger than a girl's handkerchief, with long silk ribbons attached. He said it was a cache-sex and that it would give me a girlish line by completely concealing my male parts, in the same way as his own were hidden. As he said this, he smilingly lifted his skirt and petticoat right up, thus revealing to me the full length of his silk-stockinged legs, topped by pretty garters and tiny, close-fitting knickers, and it was at the latter that my eyes were staring, for, where one would have expected to see a decided bulge, it was quite flat, & fact he emphasized by passing a hand over his girlish-looking crotch and pulling the silk of the knickers even tauter across his body. Leslie laughed and dropped his rustling skirts and then told me to raise my chemise. He then showed me how to put on this diminutive foundation garment, so that in a trice all signs of my being a boy were hidden back between my thigh-tops and held there by this little piece of pink silk and its retaining ribbons, which Leslie tied firmly round my waist. I was delighted to see how my real sex had been effectively hidden. Then, slipping into a pair of pretty high- heeled bedroom slippers, I returned with just the filmy chemise and

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