pretty things, in itself a great thrill, it was decided I should look best in a blue voile patterned dress with puff sleeves ending in lacy frills, the neck of the bodice softened with lace, a pale- blue satin sash tied at the side and hanging down below the waist. The skirt was wide and Mrs. Anderson said it needed another petti- coat to hold it out. So a stiff blue taffeta one, with quite grown- up ruched flounces, was brought out. Then the twins, with much amusement, held up my dress and white lace petticoat, so that I could step into the taffeta underskirt and let Nell fasten it round my laced-in waist. Now I could rustle as I walked, and I felt the complete young lady. Never had I felt so convincingly feminine and so grown-up. The twins were undisguised in their admiration, and their mother clapped her hands with glee at the success of my transformation. She and Nell had really made me into a girl! "We have done it properly, and doesn't the minx enjoy it!" And didn't I just! They touched up my face with a little makeup and added some clip-on earrings.

We had a very happy hour or so. The twins and I played at girls for all we were worth, comparing corsetted waists, showing off our deliciously feminine undies, our silk-sheathed legs, our high heels and our girlish bosoms, while the ladies looked on in- dulgently. I experienced thrill after thrill. Nell said afterwards that she had never seen me looking so thoroughly girlish.

Then, alas, time was up and my finery and dainties had to come off. The twins once more delighted in acting as my maids, this time to undress me, passing complimentary remarks as they revealed more and more of my hidden girlish things--my petticoats, my knick- ers, my corsets, my long silk stockings and my padded bust bodice. For a moment, I was naked before them, except for the concealing cache-sex, and then my own corsets and undies were put on. They left me to put on my boyish exterior alone, saying it wouldn't be right for two girls to help a boy to dress! As a souvenir of this delightful visit, I was given the silken cache-sex and the bust bodice with its artificial, but quite convincing, breasts inside.

Soon after that the charming wonder twins and their mother went away, and eventually I lost touch with them. I could only hope that they would not only continue to be a success, but would meet others like Nell and myself, who could really appreciate as

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