as it clung softly to my form, then swirled and billow- ed as I pirouetted, was the beginning of the wonderful kind of ecstasy that must surely be the common denom- inator of FemmePersonation.
The next two hours passed as a wild pleasant dream for me, even as I look back on it now. I had scarcely begun to exult in my pleasure when I realized I could be discovered any second! I raced to the front door and flipped the bolt, feeling I could use that much warning and offer some lame excuse for absent-minded- ly locking it if Anne arrived home too soon. As I trembled with excitement, I knew I wanted to enjoy this new thrill as long as possible!
Back before the bedroom mirror, I realized that all of me as revealed through the sheer folds of the negligee was incongruous, so I daringly slipped on the black satin panties. I was more than surprised at how nicely they fitted me.
There! In the mirror I looked much more natural as I preened and posed. I sat on the edge of the bed and crossed my legs, but somehow they looked awkward. I had to practice for several minutes before I learned to cross them as a woman does. This was the first time I realized that women cross their legs differently than do men.
Then I removed the negligee and put on the black baby doll nightie. Ye Gads! Did this do things for me! It looked and felt so good, I danced about the apartment happily. In front of the mirror, my legs looked extra long, due to the brief length of the night- ie, and I decided what they needed to set them off was a pair of high-heeled shoes. I finally squeezed in- to Anne's black suede spring-o-lators because they did not have to fit in the heel. Over bare skin, the shoe was hard to slip completely on, so this led to my put- ting on the full length black hose.
This taught me how nice and easy even tight shoes could be slipped on if one wore nylons. When I totter- ed to my feet, I gloried in my appearance as reflected in the mirror. I minced about, that, looking over my shoulder,
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turning this way and straightening the seam,