hands than most of the others, had asked for and been given carte blanche in preparing and training the "girls". From the first, despite her youthfulness, she was a hard taskmistress, who made us put forth every effort to attain perfection, and she soon dis- pelled any feeling of bashfulness that any of us may have had at being with her in our skimpy, girlish attire. She supervised our making up, our dancing and our acting, and also our general app- earance, never hesitating to draw the attention of one or other of us to misplaced padding, a not-slim-enough waist, crooked stocking- seams, etc., things she usually put to rights herself. I wonder if any of the others did like I did, and deliberately saw to it that my scams were crooked! I couldn't help noticing, however, that her interest in boys in skirts was based on something deeper. I don't think any of the others noticed this, and it wasn't long before an affinity seemed to be growing up between Gwynneth and myself. I wasn't at all surprised when she invited me to her house one day, but, when we settled in her drawingroom, she quite took my breath away with her directness.

"I'm sure, Pat, that you've worn girl's clothes before and that you like doing it very much. I've noticed how natural you seem in them and how happy and comfortable you are in skirts. Al- so how you attend to little details, even if"--with a smile--"the seams of your long silk stockings did need frequent attention from me!" I flushed a little at the suggestion behind her words, and I tried to evade the question, but she persisted and soon I was telling her of my delightful times over the last four or five years in skirts. It was even more exciting when Gwynneth added that her brother, now away on National Service, was just like me and loved to dress as a girl. She loved to help him, and it was being without him that had led her to try and seek out another girl-boy for her to treat as a girl. She hastened to add, fearing that I might be thinking the worst of her, that there was no other ulter- ior motive--she just loved taking a boy in hand and effeminizing him as much as possible; she couldn't explain it, but there it

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Quite openly she said I had nothing to fear from her in the way of being seduced by her, and that I'd go home to my Babs--I had told her all about Baba, whom I had come to sense deeper feel- ings for--with nothing but gratitude for the opportunity she was giving him of being able to dress as a girl there. If I had any

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