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undressed and to slip into the little panties she extracted from one of the parcels. She left me to do this, and I proceeded to shed my male garments and then to ease the tight little piece of silk and lace into place about my thighs, so that, with a little manipulation, the symbol of my true sex was comple- tely hidden. I felt almost naked when Maria return- ed and eyed me up and down, saying with a smile that she was sure Madame had chosen well, for I already looked more a girl than a boy. I'm sure I blushed like one at any rate, though Maria didn't comment on this, but proceeded to lay my things out for me. Then she placed a little corset round my waist and proceeded to pull in the laces at the back. I began to complain, but all she did was to quote the old saying, "Il faut souffrir pour etre belle" (it's necessary to suffer to become lovely), emphasising the feminine word at the end! She pointed out that the corset was figure-forming and would be progress- ively more tightly laced each day, being eventually replaced by smaller corsets. Then followed the fit- ting of a brassiere with pads inside, which certainly gave me a girlish contour. Long brown silk stockings were smoothed up my legs and attached to the little be-ribboned garters hanging from my corset. Then followed two silk and taffeta petticoats, which rustled delightfully at my slightest movement. I had lttle difficulty with the shoes with their 3-inch heels, though I was a little taken aback when Maria said Madame would not be satisfied till I could man- age shoes with much higher heels. My frock was short-sleeved, with a closed front, just below knee- length and in brown satin. A little make-up was applied to my face, a wig of shoulder-length bobbed fair hair fixed in place, and then followed the in- signia of my office, little white lacy apron,

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collar and cap. At last I was finished, and not till then would Maria allow me to see myself in the long mirror inside my wardrobe door. I was astounded at the result, and secretly thrilled as I moved this way and that, enjoying the taut pull of my hose and the brushing of the rustling skirts against my silken