day and I surely cannot recall what was taking place each moment. All I can recall is that I was sinking in a vertigo of pleasure and toward the end I abandoned myself completely to the pleasures of my existence in feminine clothes. I didn't care what anybody thought about me, even Edwina, as my life had been changed and I knew I would never be the same again. All I wanted now, was to wear my beautiful clothes, to be admired as a beautiful woman, and most important win the contest for my beautiful mistress who had made all of this pos8- ible.

Finally, the day of the contest dawned. Of course my feminine nature was not quite ready for the big event, but I forced down my doubts and made ready as best I could. As I put on my clothes I hummed a soft tune, it was all second nature by now. I selected a soft tailored suit for the first day. It had a white contrasting blouse and the coat was cut in somewhat boxy lines that were the finishing touch. The skirt was short enough to show off my lovely feminine legs, which tapered down to my high-heeled pumps which mat- ched the rest of my costume perfectly. Thus attired, I felt confid- ent that I would make a good impression on my first day.

That morning, accompanied by Edwina, we went down to the con- vention booth to sign up for the beauty contest. With so many other tall people about, I quickly forgot to think about my height and blen- ded in with the rest of the girls that had entered the contest. Al- ready I noticed many glances in my direction, envious ones from the ladies and interested ones from the men. We were given our instr- uctions that morning by the judges and I noticed that the contest consisted of an interview that afternoon by one of the judges, then the competition in evening gowns, followed by the bathing suit fin- ale after which the winner would be chosen.

In the afternoon I went to the interview, and believe me it is a lot more fun being interviewed as a girl than a boy. My judge was a retired old businessman, who looked harmless enough, but you can never tell. I came up and introduced myself as Valerie Baldwin, then took the seat he so kindly offered me. As I sat down I crossed my legs in a feminine fashion, and I noticed his interest rising at this act. In fact, he tried to hide his confusion by scratching the back of his head. He asked me questions about myself and I replied as best I could in my most feminine voice. The conversation went along smoothly and I laughed at his tired jokes, and tried to make him feel like a man as best I could. I noticed that every time I

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