had recently come into fashion, so I, as a supposedly older girl, had on a lovely pair in pale-blue crepe-de-chine, with deep lace trimmings on the bodice and brief legs. I was as much excited by the reflected picture I saw in the mirror as by the actual touch of Baba' fingers on my silk-covered legs, as she slipped the gar- ters up high above my knees in line with the lacy camiknicker legs, through which they showed so delightfully. The two girls stood and applauded me as I posed there before them, and, having been handed down again, I gave them each a girlish kiss of thanks.

Shortly after this came a break in my girlish life, for the time had come for me to go away to college. Still, whenever I came home for a holiday, Patricia came into her own again, al- ways aided by Nell and Babs. During one vacation, the girls planned another entrancing experience for me. They were both due to play in a hockey match at a ground some fifteen miles away. Nell had a bad cold and couldn't go, so Babs suggested I should go--as a girl, of course. They worked out the detaile, and I found myself that morning transformed into a game a girl. I was dressed in Nell's things--a corselet, brassiere and pads to in- crease the size of my nascent breasts, hip-length black silk stockings, tiny black satin panties with elastic on the short legs (again my tight cache-sex was essential), a white silk blouse and a school-girl's skimpy gym-frock. This was quite an unexpect- ed thrill, and though I was nervous at the idea of playing as a girl in a girl's team, it promised to be good fun. My hair, rather long for a boy, was loosely waved, and Babs fixed it with a silk bandeau, so that I looked like an Eton-cropped, slightly boyish, girl. Babs said saucily, "He makes quite a good top- form school-girl!* I had become accustomed to petticoats and longer skirts, so that now I felt all legs. Still, I did like the reflection of my long, silk-sheathed legs, visible in their entirety. With a blazer, silk scarf and hockey-stick, I was ready.

Shortly, Babs joined me, dressed exactly like myself, and we set off in her little sports car. On the way, she proved quite adept at one-hand driving, for her other hand was from time to time naughtily stroking my long legs. Not that I objected, nor did I when she allowed one of her legs to rub against my own, for the sensation of silk against silk was a new thrill for me..Just before

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