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I was taken completely by surprise, but rallied to the request. Since Mom had taught both of us to cook, there was no problem. After saying "all right, Marty", I donned an apron and went to work. After dinner, we shared the task of doing the dishes and then returned to the living room to watch TV.

The evening passed uneventfully and at bedtime, I led the way upstairs. As I started through the door to my room, Marilyn, or should I say Martin, said "No, Marilyn, that's my room. Your's is over there." Well, what could I say, except, "Ok, Martin, good night." and went to her room.

I began searching her dresser for pajamas, but could find nothing but negligees and baby-dolls. I resigned myself to this fact and, after hanging up the formal and neatly storing her other clothes in their appropriate places, I donned the prettiest of her nightgowns, a beautiful mint green in sheer nylon.

I awoke early the next morning. I selected one of Marilyn's prettiest house dresses and all of the accessories to wear for the day. After getting dressed, I went downstairs to prepare breakfast.

When Sis came down to breakfast, she was again dressed as me. "Good morning, Marilyn." she said, "How was your night?”

"Under the circumstances, I was terribly excited, Martin. "I said, "But I finally settled down and slept very well. How about you?"

"Fine," she said, "but those pajamas will take some getting used to again. After all, it's been about two years since I've worn them to bed."

And so the weekend went, with me living as Marilyn, and she as me.

Our parents take weekend trips once or twice a month and it soon became our habit to trade identities on these occasions. It was great fun. Sis began teaching me all the little expressions and movements used by girls to make them more feminin

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