Unlike Sally, she failed to see any humor in me. Nothing I did was right. She had often taunted me over my "figure". On one occasion she had said I looked more like a girl than a boy. And so, of all people to ask for, Sandra was about the worst choice.

Sandra was blonde with lovely flowing tresses. Her complexion was beautiful, but she even added to this with just the right amount of makeup... She was 5'4 " tall my height- and there were many features of Sandra that were not unlike my own. These features on Sandra made people comment how beautiful she was and what a gorgeous figure she had. I must say the comments on my features were not so pleasant.

While these thoughts crossed my mind, Sally had come to within a few feet of me. Smiling pleasantly she said, "I'm Sally, Sandra's sister. I don't believe I've met you before, although you do look familiar.

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If she only knew how familiar I was, I thought. I managed to stutter, in a high voice, 'I'm M-M-Mar- ilyn." It came out almost naturally, but it wasn't solving anything!

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"I'm glad to know.. Sally started and then broke off. She was looking at me curiously. Then she broke out in a big grin, that only Sally was capable of, and said, "Merrill, what ARE you doing!! She had recog- nized me.

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She was about killing herself laughing as she said, "Where in the world did you get those clothes. Really darling, you look simply wonderful!

I was in tears and on my knees as I grasped her about the legs and looked up into her face. "Please, help me, I said..."I don't want Sandra to see me like this. She wouldn't understand."

Looking down at her femininized brother, she smilingly said, "Understand? Sandra wouldn't? What about me? Out of a clear blue sky, my brother comes home dressed in lovely girl's clothing and perfectly made up--the picture of femininity--and then asks me to get Sandra. I start to get Sandra and suddenly, you

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