we got to our destination, we stopped for a moment to touch up our makeup and adjust our frocks.

When we arrived, Babs and I found ourselves in the midst of a crowd of girls in hockey clothes, and we were welcomed with warmth. We went with the others to the dressing-room to change our silk stockings for black lisle for the game. It gave me quite a thrill to be among so many girls as I felt up inside my little satin pan- ties for my suspenders. I unfastened my silk stockings and soon replaced them by the coarser, but stronger, lisle ones. As I was groping again for the suspenders, Babs came over to help me, whis- pering to me that none of the girls there had such pretty legs as I had. As I looked around, I wasn't sure that I agreed, but her compliment did something to lessen my growing nervousness.

Soon we were out on the field. Not only was the game excit- ing, but I had the inner thrill of being a boy playing in girl's clothes, obviously looking so convincing that no one ever suspected anything. I became so confident and so free in my short skirt and tiny panties that I played quite a good game and came in for warm congratulations as we walked off the field. In the dressing-room again, I soon got my lisle stockings off, and I was just easing the silk ones up my legs, when there was a sudden chattering among some of the girls and I looked up to see them staring at me. Then I saw that the mischievous Babs was among them, so I knew my secret was out. I didn't know what to do, and I suddenly felt shy and tried to pull down my skimpy skirt over my panties and thighs. То my relief and surprise, they all seemed amused and a little ex- cited. They crowded round me and told me what a fine girl I made, how natural I appeared and what good fun it all was. Anyway I had saved the game for them, for their captain said that without me they would surely have lost. It certainly was fun being petted by this group of smiling girls, and they all laughed when I lifted my short skirt to feel in the little pocket of the panties for my pow- der-compact. Two rather full-breasted girls did my makeup for me. "What a good bosom she's got," said one. Then, catching me unawares she slipped a hand quickly inside my silk blouse and prodded my padded brassiere, laughingly adding, "What a fraud!" Before we left, all the girls kissed me, so that they had to touch up my lips again.

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