I could just see Susie batting her eyelashes at this stranger, but I had to admit it was perfect timing. As I heard the footsteps retreating, I unlocked the door and stepped out. No one had seen me, and sure enough, I had been in the men's room. When I was halfway down the car, walking as sexy as I knew how (I didn't want to appear fake at this time) the man came walking towards me. I gave him my biggest smile, and walked right by him.

As I sat down in my seat again, I gave Susie a smile of thanks. She looked quite relieved, and we decided not to tell anyone. I looked back up the aisle, and saw the man staring at me. I smiled sweetly, and sat down with a sigh of relief. He knew that that blonde at the end of the car had been in the men's room. He didn't know why, and I imagine he was quite perplexed. I received odd stares from him for the rest of the trip, but I never made a mistake like that again.

When we got to Miami, we all climbed aboard a bus for Miami Beach which is where our motel was, on the north end of the beach near Hollywood and Fort Lauderdale. I had a wonderful time. I loved being Marcia, and the next two incidents will show why.

Naturally, any girl of my age would be on the beach swimming or getting a tan. However, I was just too scared to go out in a bikini. JoAnne, Susie, and Alicia felt otherwise, adding to my discomfort. They had bought me a new pink polka-dotted bikini. Why didn't I use it? Why didn't I try to get a tan?

Actually, the problem was not passing below the waist. JoAnne's fancy little g-string could handle that problem alright. It was my chest. All girls left their breasts partially exposed in bikinis, and without my bra, I was just a flat-chested male again.

Then near the end of the first week, I really got mad and flew off the handle at JoAnne. "What do you want me to do? Push my chest to- gether for cleavage?” And then I did something, as Marcia, that I could never have done as Mark. I burst into tears, the strain was beginning to tell. Had Mom and Alicia not been out shopping, Mom would have undoubtedly forced me to end Marcia's existence right then and there.

But, just as Alicia was nice to have around, so were JoAnne and Susie. They told me to start acting like a mature young woman. Susie pulled out the g-string and lower portion of the bikini. She told me to change out of my clothes, shave any unsightly hair off my body, and

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