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selves with it.

Curiously, a time came when she peered more and more at feminine things when we street walked or shopped. She would note how she liked this dress or that skirt or those "darling" shoes. In time we went into shops and she would examine the new womans fashion so that I became tutored in things feminine. However I was becoming apprehensive that she may soon discard her boyish attire and thus bring to an end our little game that I had come to enjoy so much. I became even more apprehensive when she experimented with cosmetics on occasion with the ominous impli- cation that she wanted to be more feminine and that she was entering into a womans world where I could not follow. It was not a disaster so much since I still had her, but I just hated to give up dressing look-alike. After a time I conceded that such a course was inevitable and even privately acknowledged that it might lead to better things.

At last the day came when she couldn't resist any longer and purchased herself a mini-dress. I had never seen her dressed this way before and she did look lovely and her makeup enhanced her natural beauty. I never again saw her in pants. It turned out to be much more fun with her dressed in this manner and my fondness had turned into the thrill of love. I really and truly became very devoted to her.

Then came the day she confessed that even though she delighted in wearing feminine things, she missed the days we dressed alike and the special identity it gave to us. She made strange comments on several occasions while we were out shopping. I was too naive to recognise them as hints and lacked the in- tuition to discover the import behind some of her remarks. Finally she came right out with it and said that I would find wearing a skirt fun and we could dress alike just as before. Naturally I ob- jected, pointing out that the other way around was

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