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and the men had penises and no breasts and some were tall and some fat and that about covered it all. It was really quite easily accepted and adjusted to.

Then we all sat down on the floor in a circle and indulged in a little basic encounter. This is a currently popular psychotheraputic technique in which each person reacts to the one who happens to be under examination in terms of how they FEEL right here and right now not an intellectual investigation nor a historical recitation but an emotional reaction to each other. It is quite an experience and jars some people more than a little. I had been in a couple of these before as Charles but I found it novel to be there as Virginia under the circumstances. I remember that I was sitting right next to and close to a girl about my size, legs stretched out in front of us. Mine were crossed at the ankles so that my genitals were out of sight and I observed myself next to her skin just as white, toe nails both red, breasts on both of us (though I was much less well endowed, naturally) and I was, believe it or not, feeling as much a girl as she was. I did not get personally involved at this time, mine was to come the next day.

This session went on till about 3 A.M. when we decided to turn in. In order to not let the emotional impact of the experience be dissipated in conversation we were instructed that there was to be no verbal communication with anyone for any reason from the time we left the circle that night until we were told the silent period was over in the morning. There were pencils and paper for those who had to make something known, but no talking. It was really rather weird walking around with 14 other people while getting ready for bed that night and then the following morning without a sound being made.

Anyway we pitched our sleeping bags on the patio by the pool or in the front room or anywhere handy and turned in. It didn't take much to knock it off that night. We were up and about at 8 the next morning so we didn't really get much sleep, but that was part of the routine. Some of us took a quick dip in the pool and then dried and assembled silently in a close circle in the front room. I had reapplied my makeup, combed my wet hair like the night before and pinned a big oleander flower behind my ear to enhance the feminine side a bit more. We all sat close enough together to put arms around waists and stayed there while Paul played some inspirational music and read some poetry. Only when

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