martyrized by a disclosure of their strangeness. I felt an ex- hilaration at the fact that the girls were so intensely interested in me as to attempt such a plan as they contemplated. As I demon- strated the shoes, sure enough, one slipped under the bench and as one of the girls picked it up, she caught the high heel under my cuff.

prise.

"Oh I'm sorry, gee how clumsy of me" she said.

The other girl giggled and I laughed too, even to my own sur-

Behind the partition again I overheard their discussion. "What'd I tell you, smooth as silk" one laughed.

"I'll be damned, you're right, what shall we do now?"

If

"Why nothing, just act natural. These guys aren't dumb. we say anything he'll know we're gay. I would like to meet him out- side the store though, how can we manage it?"

From behind the partition I smiled to myself. Sure, I'll ask them for a date and tell them I can line up a guy for the blond and I'll take the brunette. I now knew they were lesbians, though I had suspected it when they were so observant of my mannerisms and femininity. And if they did accept it, it would be my first date but with a gay girl I had no fear, knowing that nothing could be lost and my lack of sex drive would not be criticized.

"How about a date tonight? I asked on my return from the stocks. My candor startled the blond.

"Well....OK with you Jane? Can you get a guy for her?"

"Sure, where will you two be?"

"Come over to our apartment about seven thirty, here's the address she said. We'll take these two pairs of shoes, do we pay you?"

"No, at the check out counter over there" I said. "I'll see you both tonight." I didn't realize it at the time, but one of the girls was just my size. I knew she wore a ten shoe as I had sold her two pairs. So later that night I thought over what might occur. I had just read a book on bondage where two girls tied up a guy in girl's clothes and beat him for kicks. What if they wanted to do this? The idea intrigued me. I contemplated what I should wear on

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