at me, saying with a smile, "Ah, monsieur likes those things, so

H

chic! " She took the filmy camiknickers from me and playfully held them up against me, saying, "Monsieur would look so joli in these-- Monsieur would make a lovely mademoiselle--would Monsieur like to try? There will be ample time, and I will keep Monsieur's secret. After all, it will not be the first time I have helped to change a pretty monsieur into a ravissante demoiselle, for lots of boys do so in Paris. It is obvious how much Monsieur is suited to such things, and it is also clear how much Monsieur is attracted by them."

chance to interrupt, so quickly did she chatter on, but, before she had finished, I knew I had succumbed. I promised her a nice present if she would help me, and also keep her eyes open for anyone's approach, and then I agreed. Smilingly she said she wanted no reward but to see me changed into a pretty girl. She produced a tiny pink silk cache-sex and a fine silk vest from one of the drawers, gave them to me and said she'd be back in five minutes, by which time I should have the two items on. I had the greatest difficulty in pulling the cache-sex into place without tearing it, but with careful manipulation I succeeded, and I was modestly and girlishly flat-fronted when Yvonne returned.

Then she became the perfect lady's maid, even if her fingers were a little more caressing than would be usual in a maid. Sho quickly padded a brassiere and put it on me, smilingly saying I almost didn't need it with my form. She laced me into a little corset, put on the filmy camiknickers I had been holding, then a crepe-de-chine petticoat, followed by long silken hose, high-heeled shoes, saucy ruched ruched ribbon garters, brief little frock, bandeau, earrings, necklace, bracelets and makeup, and than I saw myself in the mirror, with the kneeling Yvonne smilingly adjusting the hem of my frock. She jumped up and danced round me, paying me compliments and patting and caressing me. I caught her to me and gave her a long kiss, to which I felt her respond, as her arms went round me and I felt her press her silk-clad form against my own. Suddenly she went to the door, opened it and in a normal English voice called out, "Phil, come here!" As I stood amazed, in walked, as I thought, Jean, who stood smiling at my discom- fiture at being caught in her pretty things. Then I had a fur- ther great surprise as Jean spoke, for I found a boyish voice

43.