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More like a girl than ever, Edwina broke down and cried, but the Countess was adamant, and so I saw no more of either the Count or Edwina.

And this brings me to the third phase of my life in skirts, the one which has lasted all these years until the present day. Although now alone, I was still very happy at the Countess's, and I con- tinued as before to serve tea to her and her friends. On one occasion, among those friends, there was a young and obviously wealth lady, to whom I seemed drawn more than I had ever been attracted to anyone before. What was more, I found on being cornered by this young lady in a passage-way that she too had more than a passing interest in me. She gave me her name and address and asked me to call on her on my next half-day off. She gave no reason, and I asked for none, but I was all agog with excitement in ant- icipation of the interview. On the afternoon in question, I was particularly careful about my app- earance, and I know I looked my best.

Arriving at the lady's address, I was shown in, and, after tea had been served, we were left comp- letely alone. She came over and sat beside me on the settee, took one of my hands and looked me straight in the eyes, as she asked whether I was one of those girl-boys who loved being kissed and caressed by men. I was honest in my reply, which made her laugh, for I told her that I didn't mind it when the man thought I was a real girl, but that I abhorred it when I was made love to by a man who knew of my real sex. She seemed relieved and, for a moment, there was silence. Then she went on, speaking quite frankly, telling me that she used to have Lesbian tendencies. Now she had lost those, but the idea appealed to her of having a girl whom she could love, but who was really a male. I knew then all at once that here was a case of affinity of souls, for I felt drawn in love, to her, and she to me. She it was who took me in her arms, and not I her in mine. She it was who declared her love for me and proceeded to show me