the tight little pink silk cache-sex concealing my masculinity, to be greated with smiles by the others.

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The twins, looking as lovely as a pair of girls as ever, back and laughed as they watched their mother and Nell transform- ing me into quite a pretty girl. First I was laced into a smart pair of lace-trimmed peach satin corsets with tiny frilled sus- penders, and, as my waist was being pulled in, they took pleasure in kneeling before me to ease some lovely long silk stockings over my feet and up my legs, thrilling me as they smoothed them into place and straightened the long back seams before pulling them taut by the little suspenders. I was given a very smart satin bust bodice and I saw with almost a shock of surprised delight-- it had flesh-coloured pada imitating perfectly a girl's breasts. When it was hooked up behind, I really did feel like a girl, and, as I ran my hands lightly over my soft breasts, Nell said with a naughty smile, "Now you have really got a girl's figure, to say nothing of your slim waist and lovely legs!"

With every step my delicious effemination became more com- plete--wide, frilly white silken knickers, a flounced white mus- lin and lacy petticoat with blue-ribbon insertions to match those in my knickers, extra-high-heeled shoes in black velvet--and there I was in front of two conspiring ladies and two most charming girl- boys, more fully a girl that I had ever been all the time that Nell had been dressing me in petticoats and frocks. As I posed this way and that before the glass in my frilly petticoats, flick- ing the skirt to show glimpses of my dainty knickers and noting with added pleasure how my nipple-tipped girlish breasts showed distinctly through the filmy silk covering them, I experienced a sublime thrill of delight in all my being. I became aware then how definite an element of sexual pleasure I was experiencing in being a girl, dressed in caressingly soft silken garments, openly worn and freely displayed. The twins said together, "What a lovely girl he makes! What a pity he hasn't got long hair like us!"

A pretty georgette scarf over my head reduced this, the only, disability. Then a great discussion took place as to which frock I was to wear. The twins' mother brought out several from their wardrobe, and, after trying on two or three of the girl-boy's

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