strange feeling came over me. inine, as though I really was of a man.

Transvestia

I suddenly felt fem- a girl in the presence

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"Come and sit down beside me,' said Grace, and we seated ourselves on a sofa. Her arm stole around my slender waist and with the other hand she took mine, held it tightly, and pressed it. I was being made love to as a girl. It was a new experience. Mine was the passive, feminine role. I sunk myself in it and yielded to Grace's masculine caresses and for the time being actually felt myself to be a WO- man with a man. It was not long before Grace had me in his--I mean her arms, and our lips met. I am sure that I had all of the reactions of a woman be- ing kissed by a man and I must confess that it was glorious. It almost made me wish that I really was a woman, beloved by a man.

In the intervals of our love-making, Grace con- fessed that she was a transvestite and loved to dress in masculine guise, and she had spotted me the store also as a transvestite, and so had become interested in me and wanted to make my acquaintance. She said that, while she liked men, yet she liked most of all men in feminine dress--men who played the part well and really looked like women when dressed up.

I will refrain from going into details of what happened between us next. Suffice it to say, that, with the help of Grace I undressed--and how glad I was to take off that corset--and donned one of her fluffy lace trimmed and beribboned nightgowns, and, with her help, also, I took out my hair pins and let down my hair and brushed it. It looked very pretty, I thought, draped over my shoulders in a golden shower, over my dainty night dress. I kept on my make-up. Grace retained her man's wig, and put on a pair of men's pajamas. And there we were. Man and woman, but with the sexes reversed. It was a strange role for me to play, the passive, feminine

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