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"Ah!" said the pretty girl (Jean, as I thought), "we were right, Jean. Not only does Pat make a delightful girl on the stage, but he very clearly likes being dressed as a girl in pri- vate, too. How lovely! We shall have a truly feminine weekend. "Yes," said the pseudo-maid, laughing mischievously with a saucy flick of her little skirt, "it was the easiest thing ever to get him into corsets and camiknickers. If you'd seen the longing on his face when I came in and caught him fondling your undies, you'd have known that I was right when I said that Pat was born to be a girl-boy like you."

Quickly the whole set-up was explained to me. Yvonne didn't really exist, but the maid was actually Jean dressed up as a typically saucy French maid. The "girl" I had taken for Jean was really Phillip converted into a charming Phyllis, which he did al- most every weekend at their home, there. They had wanted me to come there for a weekend, dressed as a girl, having taken a fancy to me on the stage, but, not being sure whether I'd like to dress as a girl off the stage, they had planned this trick to try to find out whether I had any real interest in girlish things in real life, that is to say, whether I was a true girl-boy, as Phil him- self was.

Phil had no interest in dressing up for dramatics and hence had not shown his inclinations at college, even though I had rightly thought what a perfect girl he would make. Now I could see that I was right. Smilingly they asked whether they were forgiven for their trick, and I laughingly told them that of course they were, whereupon they both kissed me at the same time, and we were a smiling trio of girls together.

Jean went off to change into something more suitable, while Phil stayed and chatted with me. I heard his story, which was long and most absorbing. He told me of Jean's delight in having such a girlish brother, and of course I had to tell him about Nell. I complimented him on his appearance and learned that his waist taped 22 inches and that his breasts were his own and not merely pads. This he showed me by slipping off shoulder-straps and bring- ing forth a perfectly-shaped female breast, with a prominent red

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