a London office, proposed a little nervously to Babs that we should regularize our "rather sinful" lives, and set up a pretty feminine house together.

Dear Babs! I had put on one of my prettiest new frocks, a long-skirted evening gown in deep rose taffeta with low-cut bodice, diamante shoulder-straps and a stiff, rustling taffeta petticoat, brocade high-heeled shoes to match the frock, and rather elaborate jewelry. She said I looked so sweet and so entrancing that she couldn't resist me, though I deserved to be punished for leaving her alone for so long. But she fully forgave me and countered by proposing to me herself, drawing me into her arms and kissing me long and passionately on my painted lips.

So we set up life together in a little house just outside Lon- don, with a secluded garden in which two "ladies" could promenade freely and without being spied on. We were married in a registry office, with my mother and Nell as witnesses, and an old college friend, Donald, as best man. (Don had played opposite me in thea- tricals, and, while almost ignoring me as a male, loved flirting with me as a girl, and now, at the wedding, Babs pretended to be jealous when he laughingly showed everyone the saucy garters I had given him as a parting gift!) The wedding was an exciting affair, for not only was I wearing dainty feminine fripperies under my morn- ing suit, but it had been decided that, at the very private recept- ion afterwards, I would dress in my going-away frock, which meant that Babs and I felt safe enough to go away as two girls. It was completely successful and a delicious though brief experience.

We were ecstatically happy in our joint feminine life. I al- ways kept feminine undies under my suits, and, as soon as I got home in the early evening, I got into a frock, high-heeled shoes and acc- essories--both for my own satisfaction and for Babs' pleasure. We both decided firmly that, if we had a child, it must be a girl, even if it be physically a male. And so it was. To end this rather long story, let it be said that Evelyn never knew till he was nearly twel ve that he wasn't really a girl. But, with our fullest approval and pleasure, he has firmly decided that he wanted to be and would continue to be a girl. It is to be hoped that our pretty, long- haired Evie may one day be as lucky as I have been and find an understanding companion.

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