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acceptable but what she proposed was out of the question. "It just wouldn't accomplish anything,' I insisted, "and besides I would be too mortified for you to see me that way, not to mention the idea of appearing in public."

She was clearly hurt and I was alarmed think- ing that our endearing relations were headed for the rocks.

Then she pointed out that it wouldn't do any harm to try, and anyway she had worn pants and shirts for all that time. For longer than she had intended for that matter, just to please me. "Besides" she added with a typically feminine low blow, "It just shows that you never did care for me at all.'

Naturally I was completely unable to see her logic since it was highly improbable that there was any logic in the first place. Reluctantly I con- sented, only to prove that she wouldn't like it at all and thus have the matter gone forever.

It was to be much more of a matching job than I had considered, being item for item from the skin on out. Her tastes had drifted to the ultra feminine state so that the next day despite my obvious em- barrassment, my protests, I was to find myself en- cased in the most delicate pink panties. She smiled happily as she helped me dress beaming with pleasure as she passed each dainty item, and carrying on a running commentary. "This lace cup bra is nylon/ Lycra spandex back with adjustable straps. It has special built in falsies." Then later. "You'11 adore this slip. It is just like mine. We luckily wear the same sizes. Notice the lace and embroidery. Sheer luxury." And so it went until I was completely attired as she was; hose, girdle, skirt, blouse, and "cute little pumps"....Unbelieveably I was standing before her dressed entirely as a girl.

She fixed my hair to be exactly like hers and

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