bosom friend of her's. Dora, whom she asked to be allowed into our secret, and who was therefore present on two occasions when I was "en femme". Dora was a strange girl, affecting a semi-mannish way of life. She wore a close-fitting jacket, shirt-blouse and tie, though she was decidedly feminine below, for she had on a short, divided skirt, hip-length black silken hose, very much in view and very high heels. I fancy there was something more than an ordinary friendship between those two girls, though I never saw anything to confirm these suspicions. On the occasion of her second visit when I was there (there were no more, due, I felt, to a sense of jeal- ousy on Dora's part!), I was dressed as a chic French maid, in a tight little black satin frock, barely reaching to mid-thigh, that Gwynneth had once used at a fancy-dress dance. I loved the rust- ling of my several little white petticoats which showed at every step I took on my pencil-heels, and the frequent opportunities I had of "unconsciously" showing my little white silken panties, my sheer black opera-length stockings and saucy diamante garters right at the top of my legs. It was heavenly to serve tea to those two girls and listen to them enumerating my girlish points--my pretty face, my curvaceous figure, my slim waist, my swaying hips, my shapely legs and my trim ankles. I flushed when Dora added that a celibate monk would fall heavily for such an alluring piece of femininity, especially as she seemed to mean it!

Among my friends at college was a young man, Phillip Travers, to whom I was particularly attracted. Pleasant and friendly, I was a little puzzled why he had declined the invitation to join the dramatic society. With his slight figure, small hands and feet and hid good looks, he would obviously have made, with little tuit- ion, a very good girl. But he kept out of the "mumming" called it in rather a disparaging way.

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He lived within easy motoring distance and went home every weekend. One evening, after one of our shows, he came to me and suggested a visit to his home, saying his sister, Jean, would very much like to see me off the stage. I took it as an ordinary invit- ation and had no thought of dressing up.

Two weekends later, I drove over in my car to their large, isolated country home, Phillip having gone over the night before. As my car pulled up at the foot of the steps at the end of the drive,

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