nipple. For this touch of ultra-femininity he had to thank Jean, who had undertaken to put him through a course of training, con- sisting of injections, the use of a vacuum suction-pump and regular massaging. At his invitation I reached out a hand and touched one of them, and I found that the nipple responded as would that of a girl, by becoming hard and out-jutting, causing him to become rest- less--a truly girlish reaction. I told him I was quite envious of him, and he promised to get Jean to talk to my sister about it, 80 that I might try to get a similar result on my own nascent mounds. Presently Jean came back, dressed in a pretty afternoon frock in flounced georgette, its wide skirt held out entrancingly by two petticoats, one of which I saw later was a pale-blue taff- eta with ruched lace flounces. Phil--the dainty Phyllis--told Jean how Nell had first got me into petticoats, which I had now come to love so much. She said we must get together for the weekend, 80 they sent a telegram, asking her to come and join three "girls" and bring two or three of Pat's frocks. From that she would under- stand that we should all be girls.
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Jean and Phyllis drove down to the station in smart coats and hats to meet Nell. I stayed behind, amusing myself, at their sugg- estion, by investigating both Phyl's and Jean's wardrobes of lovely dresses and undies. There was one especially exciting evening frock of Jean's in stiff blue silk and a low-cut bodice, that I was couraged to wear myself the following evening. What a lovely week- end that was! From the Saturday to the Tuesday we were just four happy girls together. We slept in silk and lacy nighties, running in and out of each other's rooms in our frilly and filmy undies. We kissed and caressed each other as naturally as if we were girls who had long been the closest of friends. Phyl and I shared one room, and Jean and Nell the other.
To complete my girlish appearance in my long and clinging nightdress, I not only wore a tight pink silk cache-sex to hide my masculinity, but also a filmy bra with my realistic nipple-tipped pads, that Nell had so thoughtfully brought with her, the self- same pads that the attractive Anderson twins had given me some time before. I was amused to notice that Phyl, whose nightdress was a most frivolous affair in pale-green crepe-de-chine and lace, wore a dressing-gown open down the front, when we sat down to breakfast,
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