"Girls always get to wear prettier clothes than

boys," he blurted.

"You'd like to wear girls' clothes?"

"Yes," he blushed.

"Then let's trade for the afternoon."

She helped him dress. First he donned the pretty pink nylon and lace panties; next a matching slip; then one of her frilliest party dresses, socks and shoes, and finally a cute little hat. When they looked at him in the mirror in her parents' bedroom, they were both amazed to see that he looked like a very pretty little girl, all dressed up for a party. Kathy then put on his clothes, and they spent the afternoon pretending that each was of the opposite sex.

From that day on Charlie wanted to be a girl. Since he couldn't have that wish come true, he did the next best thing. He and Kathy traded clothes as often as they could. When she moved away at the summer's end she gave him a complete outfit. He never heard of her again but he kept the clothes she gave him, put- ting them on whenever he could, till he couldn't get into them a couple of years later.

About this time, he lost his father in the mine accident and went to live with his uncle and aunt. They had two daughters, Christine, who was 14, and Thelma, 18. They all accepted him as one of the fam- ily, the girls and their mother running about the house in their slips (the younger girl especially, even going between her room and the bathroom in only her bra and panties), making no attempt to keep him from seeing them thus attired.

The sight of all this pretty lingerie filled him with the desire to wear some of it. His chance came when they all went shopping one Saturday, leaving him home with a slight cold. He got a clean handkerchief and opened the laundry hamper in the bathroom to toss in the soiled one. Right on the top of everything else lay a pair of pink panties. He stripped immediately and put on the panties. But they were Thelma's and

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