qualms, I could withdraw forthwith, and she would say nothing to anyone about it. If not, well we could be good girlfriends to- gether. I was amazed at this piece of good fortune, for I had come to long for my pretty things at home, and the dressing up for the theatricals, though helping to allay my feelings, did not completely satisfy me--far from it. So I just sat there and nod- ded to Gwynneth, who then said, as if it were the most natural thing to do, "Right, let's try it now! I'd very much like to dress you as a girl myself in some of my clothes, for we are just the same size I fancy. I'm sure my things would fit you".

This was wonderful!

I needed no persuading then. She took me up to her bedroom and showed me her wardrobe full of pretty frocks, hats and shoes, and the drawers full of undies, stockings, and accessories. From the first, she insisted on helping me to dress. The only privacy she allowed me was to let me undress alone and to slip on a tight-fitting pair of tiny silk panties-- her brother had used them--to serve as a cache-sex. Indeed, it пав so close-fitting that I had great difficulty in slipping it on, and it then fitted me like a second skin, giving me a smooth girlish front. When I had the skimpy foundation garment in place, I went blushing in to her, to be smilingly told that I already looked a girl! Then, in quite a matter-of-fact way, she laced me into a small corset (on later visits, this was progressively tightened), put on long black stockings, smoothing them up and fastening them to the little beribboned suspenders, chafing me again about having already shown how much I liked her doing this! She then let me choose the undies I'd like to wear, and I selected a figure-fitting pair of white satin, lace-trimmed camiknickers, inside which she slipped a padded brassiere. Even shoes were no trouble, for she had a pair of 3-inch heels that I had no real difficulty in wearing. A blouse and a neat pleated skirt finished my ́dressing, and then she made me up, using all her theatrical skill to produce the result that almost startled me, for a truly pretty girl smiled back at me from the mirror. A blonde wig used by her brother was slipped on my head, and then, with a little jewelry, there was I once again converted into a girl. We went down and had tea together, sitting and chatting as any two girls would have done. So began a new era in my femininity!

No one know of our "fun and games", with the exception of a

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