petticoat lovers their charming and delightful impersonations.

The next development was the introduction of another girl into our secrets. Nell had a friend, Barbara, who had seen the Anderson twins and openly admired them. One afternoon she had told Nell she was going to see their show, for somehow she had always de- lighted in the idea of seeing pretty boys dressed as even prett- ier girls. Nell had said nothing then, but when, after the twins had left, Babs (Barbara) told Nell how disappointed she was and how she would love to see a boy-girl and would get a thrill by actually watching "her" dressing, Nell was tempted to tell her friend about her brother-sister. She didn't, though, for she couldn't break confidence without first talking it over with me. When she had convinced me that Babs was genuinely interested and could be well trusted, I agreed to her being let into our secret.

Nell invited Babs home to tea one day, telling her only that she had something exciting to tell her about boy-girls. Babs came intrigued, wearing one of her prettiest frocks. I was in one of my dainty afternoon frocks, in patterned blue and white voile, with a full skirt, moderately high heels, well-defined waist and bosom, blue necklace and earrings, feeling nice but nervous. There were just the three of us, and Nell introduced me as her cousin, Patri- cia. I was so convincing a girl, and I had on more makeup than usual, that Babs didn't guess who I really was. We had tea and talked of the things that girls do talk of. Babs was pleasant, but she clearly had something on her mind, and, when tea was over and Nell had asked her to go to her room with her, she jumped up quite eagerly. I remained alone, awaiting developments, once again nervous of the outcome. A few minutes later, there was excitement outside, and then Babs fairly burst into the room.

"You lovely fraud, you!" she exclaimed. "I'd never have guessed. How charming you look! This is delicious! Now I must hear all about it, how Nell transformed her quite ordinary brother into such a pretty, daintily-dressed girl. I love that frock you are wearing, and I can that you're well corsetted underneath,

too." Then came a long account by me of how Nell had discovered that I wanted to wear girl's clothes, and of how she had wanted to make me into a girl, her sister. Babs seemed entranced and made me quite happy that here was another young woman who loved to see me,

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