Dennis shot furtive glances ahead and behind before moving off the path. The woods hung in silence around him but dry leaves crackled beneath his feet as he squeezed around some briar bushes heading for a slope twenty yards away. At length he stopped on an outcropping of mossy stone to get his bearings. A bird burst unexpectedly from a tree fall with an explosive flap of wings. The noise made him start. He moved on into the shadows of a large gnarled elm tree. There, out of sight of the path, hidden in a hollow formed by an exposed root and a rock was his secret cache. The pile of decaying leaves he had brushed over the hollow a week ago lay undisturbed.

Dennis kneeled and carefully brushed the leaves away anxious to con- firm that the package was still in its resting place. It was there wrapped in a white bathtowel. He had found the treasure last week near the swings and slides in the playground area adjacent to the swimming pool - a girl's swimming suit. Seating himself on the tree root he unwrapped the suit from the towel and held it out for inspection. It was a girl's one piece pull-on swimming outfit. The bodice was dark blue with red trim and made of some stretchy material. A short white skirt of crisp pleats flared just below the waistline. Sewn into the suit beneath the skirt were double- layered white stretch nylon panties. He ran his hands over the pleats of the skirt savoring the smooth touch. The little girl who owned the suit had left it by the swings wrapped with a white rubber bathing cap in the bathtowel. Dennis had seen it there on the playground himself three days in a row. And on the third day when no one noticed he had taken it. He knew it was not his to take. But there was a longing desire within him he could not resist. It was easy to rationalize his action. Surely the girl who left the suit there by the swings would have returned for it if she cared to keep it! He had hidden the treasure in the woods to await his

return.

Dennis trembled now at the thought of what he was about to do. The idea had been in his mind constantly that past week. It was a consuming thought the thought of himself wearing that suit a girl's swimming suit. He, Dennis, dressed as a girl at the swimming pool, among other children and grown-ups. In a girl's swimming suit and cap he would be a girl. First it was an irresistable impulse then a daring plan. The vision had plagued him day and night with compelling intensity. Now the moment of impersonation had arrived and he was trembling, half from excitement, half from fear.

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