"You can return my dress and lingerie after you get home. Just bring them with you to the meeting, or wear them if you prefer. Or maybe your sisters will lend you some of theirs."

"Oh no, I thought, as the words struck home. then told Debbie, "I just can't let my sisters see me like this! "

"Well, Marilyn, you should have thought of that before your feminine, sissy traits were so clearly re- vealed today. With that Debbie had brought the car to a stop in front of our home. I sat there frozen.

"The meeting starts at 8 tonight, but I want you at my home at 7. Is that clear?" Debbie wasn't really asking; she was telling me! I only nodded my head, too frozen to do anything else.

Debbie warned, "Of course, if you aren't at my apartment at 7--not 7:01--it will be very easy for me to relate to everyone what fun we had today-- with all the details, naturally.

Debbie reached over and again pinched me clear through her pink panties. "Now get out. I've got to get home.'

I jumped about a foot, but not toward the door. I grasped her hands. "Oh Debbie, do anything to me, but don't let me out here. Please, Sally and Sandra have been down on me enough lately. Don't make it harder for me!!" I practically was on my knees.

Debbie's answer was to smile wickedly, pause for moment, then hop from her side of the car. Around she came to my side and opened the door. She reached for me, still with that smile on her face. I started to pull away but was too late. Debbie had me by the wrist and, moments later, I was pulled from the car in a most unladylike fashion. I sat backward on the grass with my skirt and petticoat flying. Debbie then shut the door, locking it as she did so. My mouth was open and my eyes asked sympathy, but Debbie only waved femininely back at me. She sweetly said, "Bye, Mar- ilyn, doll. See you soon." In a moment she was in

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