As we admired me in her mirror I realized she was not quite satisfied. She added crisp white ankle sox-- girls in those days didn't wear stockings--and a pair of sweet black patent shoes (which oddly were about a size too large) but still she was not satisfied. Almost at the same moment we both realized what was wrong. I turned her towards the mirror, stood close in back of her and placed my hands under her breasts, cupping them upwards and outwards. Momentarily she stood, with closed eyes, enjoying the sensation; then whirled around to a drawer in her bureau and located a brass- iere. We slipped off the dress, added the bra and stuffed it with some of her extra panties, and--sudden- ly I was a girl. Then an emotion came over me that I have known many times since, but never with quite the impact of that first moment. A heat rose in waves; sweeping up my body from the shiny black shoes to the much-too-short hair; and Robin and I stood face to face, sister to sister. From that first moment on there was an intimacy between us of two girls; she accepted my strange desires, and relished them. Because of her rather noticable promiscuity she had few friends of her own sex; and by the same token I had few chums among the boys--remember I was still classified as one of those "sissies". We became an almost insep- arable team. I still will never quite understand how her guardian and my mother allowed us the freedom that they did, unless it was because of their beliefs that we were just two innocent and happy children. And, in a way, we were. Happy, if not innocent.

PART II GROWTH OF TV

There were many occasions after that first fateful day when Robin and I spent many delightful hours to- gether, modelling her clothing; sampling the thrill-- for me at least-- of coming to know the wonderful feeling of being for a while a girl. For these all too few happy hours I could be soft, and feminine, and pretty. She took as much pleasure in assisting me as I felt in her helping; she had a new-found sister, and so did I. There were many high spots of our fun; but

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