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MY LIFE SO FAR (continued)

In the conversation ensuing, all my barriers were down, and Betty exacted from me a promise to dress up on the following day. I awoke next morning very excited, but still frightened. However, Betty held me to my pro- mise, and as she got dressed, she laid out the clothes I was to wear, from lingerie to dress and high heels. I put on the clothes, then she applied eye makeup and lipstick and combed my hair into a girlish style. Although I was still ill at ease the feeling was marvellous, and I soon ceased to feel selfconscious as Betty reassured me. She asked me if I suddenly felt homosexual now that I was in female clothing. Of course I did not feel anything of this nature. Not long after breakfast we again made love. Both fully clothed and both enjoying the act, which end- ed forever any fears that I may have homosexual leanings.

When I mentioned that I should take off the feminine clothing now that the point had been proved, Betty would not hear of it. Insisting that I stay in skirts for the rest of the day. I was delighted at this, and happily agreed. For a long time we experimented with dressing me in va- rious of her costumes and in trying to style me hair in different ways. We agreed it was a pity that we could not set it in rollers, for the curl would stay in and make it, to say, the least, embarrassing when it had to pass as a male style.

Fortunately nearly all of her clothes fitted me reason- ably well, even the shoes, for I am rather small, and take only size 7 in footwear. When the day was over, I hoped that there would be more like it, but I did not wish to suggest it and hoped that the idea would come from Betty. To my delight, she did suggest that I dress up many times afterward, and I was only too happy to do so. However, the fear of discovery by outsiders took away a lot of the pleasure. Betty had promised never to tell anyone of my dressing up, but the possibility of someone accidently seeing me in women's clothes worried me more than a little. Friends frequently called unexpectedly, and the necessity to hurriedly change to male clothing before admitting them made things rather awkward. One excasion when someone left the street door of the build- ing unlocked our visitors were at the door of our flat without us having any warning, and we had to think of

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