"All right, try to walk in your shoes. It's really easy once you get the idea. Just keep your toes pointed, and put your weight right over the heel."

Carefully, I took a step, then another. My ankles threatened to break with every move, but gradually I got the idea, and by the time I had walked a few times around the bedroom, I was keeping my balance quite well.

"Darling, keep your legs together when you walk," Nancy said. "Place one foot directly in front of the other. Remember, you're a girl now. And try to give a slight sway to your hips. That's better," she said, as I followed her suggestions.

I continued to pace the bedroom, watching my feet carefully to see that I placed them properly. When I was confident that I was walking correctly, I looked up at Nancy, then stopped and gaped. Nancy had been standing in front of the closet mirror, but now I had seen my re- flection.

But could this be me? I approached the mirror slowly, unbelieving. Looking back at me was a beautiful young woman. Long tresses of ebony hair framed a soft, delicate face. My eyes were large and expres- sive, my nose perky and feminine, my lips full and lush. My slender neck led into smooth shoulders and long, slim arms. Full breasts swelled from my chest, and there was even a slight cleavage between. Below, my narrow waist flowed outward into womanly hips and down into long, curvaceous legs encased in black nylon. The feminine guise was completed by the high heels upon my small feet.

“Wow!" was all I could think of to say. "I'm really beautiful!"

"You certainly are, darling, just as I knew you would be. Now, let's complete the costume."

She went to the closet again, and returned with a lovely orange slip to match the panties and bra. The bodice was pure lace, as was a full foot of the hem.

I slipped it on and walked around a bit, twirling, relishing the touch of the smooth fabric against my skin.

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