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part, but I was immersed in the role, and found it lovely. I will draw a veil over that night, except to say that Grace made a very satisfactory "husband" and she assured me that I was perfect as a "wife". It was the first time that I had played the role of a woman in bed with a man- and yet, not a man, which made it perfect. For, after all, I was a man -- and Grace was a woman, in spite of both our disguises.

The next day was Sunday, so "Husband Grace" said we would sleep late and take breakfast in bed. When I awoke, in Grace's arms, I still felt feminine, as I was aware of my silken nightdress and my long hair about my face, and on the pillow. Without wakening Grace, I slipped out of bed and surveyed myself in the glass. My make-up had lasted remarkably well, all excepting the lips, which needed attention. applied lip-stick, making a cute cupids bow of my lips, then a touch of rouge, powder and perfume. I brushed my hair, then crept back into bed. Grace awoke, still in her masculine guise.

She rang the bell for Anna.

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Feeling very embarassed I asked her what Anna would think to see us thus in bed. Me as a girl and she as a man. I would feel very silly and ashamed to be seen thus in bed in a woman's night-gown with hair over my shoulders and make-up on my face and with Grace beside me in men's wig and pajamas.

"Don't worry about Anna," said Grace, with a smile. "She saw you as a girl last night, and she has often seen me dressed as a man. In fact, I make a practice of it, and when at home dress as a man most of the time, as I prefer it. I wish I were a man. And I think you wish you were a girl, in spite of all the drawbacks, for you take readily to fem- inine apparel and do not object to tight corsets, high heels and all the rest of it that goes to make a woman uncomfortable. You love it, just as I love wearing masculine clothing. Confess,"

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