And indeed, once we were safely inside the door, Beth seemed settled deep in her monumental funk. For my part, I didn't want the evening to end. I had enjoyed myself so thoroughly and I felt so good, despite a slight headache that had melted once we'd left the party, that I tried desperately to think of something to lift Beth's spirits.

Nothing worked, and so I began to try to make some sort of order out of all my new things. In less than thirty-six hours, I would be boarding a plane, and unless I wanted to do everything at the last minute, I'd better get started now. I already had made plans to travel en femme - not only to surprise C. Scott, but, to be perfectly frank, it would be so much fun.

Eventually, Beth shook her mood slightly and began helping me again. We soon had done all we could. "Well," said Beth. "I'm going to bed. I'm beat!"

Apparently I was too, although I hadn't noticed it, for she had no sooner said that then I too felt the drain on my energy.

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"Come in here," she called from the bedroom. I followed her in. "Where do you want to sleep," she asked, "here— pointing to the double bed, "or on the couch? You're welcome to sleep here — I don't mind." Somehow I felt she was asking me a question, and I didn't have the slightest idea of what it was nor what the answer might be. She laid out a shorty night gown and then asked me to unzip her dress. I did so, and being such a dolt, just stood there while she pulled it over her head. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Do you need help?”

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"No-no," I mumbled and began fumbling for the side zipper on my own dress. So be it if my fair lady feels sportive · or is she uncon- cerned, because she thinks I'm harmless? But am I harmless? I somehow managed to peel my own garment off while she proceeded to undress completely, her back partly to me. Nevertheless I was struck ---- and attracted by her very feminine figure and as she turned toward me, clad only in underpants, I couldn't help but stare at her very full breasts. She picked up the nightgown and slid into it, covering herself once more then crossed over to help me unhook my brassiere.

I put on one of my new nightgowns and when she motioned to one side of the bed, I quickly got in, feeling very strange indeed. She turned out the light and got it. “Night," she murmured and lapsed into silence. But I wasn't — not inside, for by now, I was thoroughly aroused. Feeling

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