fix Sally's clothes to fit you."

"No sir, not on your life. I'd drop dead before you'd get me in any such performance."

I hoped my protests sounded sincere, for there was a voice inside me somewhere that kept saying, "You know you would love to take that girl's place. Why don't you say so?"

On the way home that evening I kept thinking of how much I really did want to be that bridesmaid, and I couldn't help thinking of how Jane looked at me as though she also knew that I really wanted to pretend to be a girl. Shortly after we arrived home there was a phone call for me. It was Jane and she said no other girl could be found and would I as a special favor to her, be a bridesmaid!

I made a few feeble protests, which to my secret delight were ignored, and it was finally decided that I would be a Miss Pringle from NEW YORK, and take the place of poor Sally, who was ill with appendicitis.

Jane would drive down from the city, for me in the morning and I would return with her. She would bring along some clothes and a wig for me to wear and I would return to Jane's home as a young lady. The next morning Jane arrived early, and she and the girls had a wonderful time transforming me, with the help of cosmetics and a wig into a very good looking young lady. I had a wonderful time too. I tried not to show too much, how I enjoyed being made up, and dressed in the wonderful feminine clothes. I had a feeling that what I was doing was not a very manly thing to do, and pretended the girls were forcing this female imper- sonation on me. I knew this was not true. No one was forcing me to do anything of the kind. I was doing it because I liked it, manly or not. I wasn't a girl and didn't want to be one, but the wearing of the feminine clothes gave me a wonderful feeling that I had never

had before.

At first I was very nervous and worried about app- earing before others in female attire, but as we drove through town and no one recognized me, I grew more

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