posed over at the far side of the room. Tears were in my eyes as Sally, finding great humor in my plight, made sure that my hands and feet were in the most feminine pose possible.

Down the stairs came Sandra, really somewhat tomboyishly at heart but nevertheless strictly feminine. She was dressed in bright red satin torreador pants, cute sissy blouse with peter-pan collar, a wide but colorful cinch belt (accentuating her waist), and pat- ent leather loafer shoes. Her attire made my own seem even more fantastically ridiculous.

She looked at me, then at Sally, "Marilyn?" she asked. My eyes lowered.

Sally was fighting her emotions, holding back the humor that was about to burst forth and spoil the joke. But Sandra was too perceptive.

She came forward wickedly. "Marilyn my eye! This is my lovely twin brother, Merrill!" With that she struck me across the face a blow that I will never forget. It sent me reeling to the floor, my skirt and petticoat again revealing everything feminine on me.

Sally quickly went over to me and assisted me but Sandra stayed above me, looking hard and domineering. "So my darling brother has finally shown his true char- acter! Her hands were provocatively on her hips.

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"I always thought you were a big sissy and pansy. Now it's clear! And then with the height of sarcasm,

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"And don't you look just adorably feminine!"

Sally tried to help a little. "Sandra, I'm sure that Merrill can explain or make up this shock to us in some way. I nodded my head agreeably, but the fire was merely furnished more fuel.

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Then pausing, done and I when it's done,

"You bet he'll make this up to us! "For instance, I have a huge wash to be think I know who's going to do it. And there will be the lovely feminine task of ironing all of those pretty things." Turning to Sally she said, "Don't you have some too?"

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