the works. I did dress this way in the confines of my apartment with wig, makeup and everything. But I lacked the confidence to go out this way in public. My family still lived outside Smithville

so if I was caught they would suffer the humiliation as well as I. Still I wondered if I was skillful enough to defy detection, whether I could pull it off. It was so hard to judge myself objectively and yet if I could walk the streets in female disguise, oh what a thrill. Silently I thought of this as I approached the girl's flat.

she mockingly greeted me.

The big blond welcomed me in. "Well, look how cute you are" Of course, being lesbians the girls recognized my pseudo fem- inine attire. They themselves wore the same heavy soled loafers and the mannish slacks. Blondie had on a pair just like mine.

"Come on in doll, where's the other guy?" "Couldn't make it I said weakly, realizing for the first time how large the big blond was. The other girl was I imagined the passive partner in this love nest. She was actually feminine in every way and wore a dress and heels. Nothing about her spoke of masculinity now anyway, but the blond girl was something diff- erent. The thing that struck me first were the girl's muscles. The arm biceps were large and defined like a man's. She must have practiced weight lifting or something. Her waist was thin and her hips not full at all, yet her bust was fully developed and throbbed under the sleeveless tee shirt. She was large boned and must have worn the same sizes in clothes as I did. Sixteen surely in a dress and she had been wearing a dress at the store earlier and a very pretty one at that. I had contemplated the idea of her making me put the dress on and beat me or something. Still the act might not excite me like in the bondage stories. But I still regarded myself this night as a gentle lamb going to the slaughter. My thoughts were quickly justified....

The blond grabbed me in a vise-like grip.

"Now baby, let's see those smooth legs of yours." She started to pull at my slacks and buckle.

"Please don't hurt me" I pleaded. Although I was no weakling

I seemed powerless to resist the blonde's strength, and then some- how, I wanted her to manhandle me. It was a feeling of exhilaration.

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