girls who was considered to be very clever at such things. But I pre- ferred to let my aunt do the job I knew she could. And then I also could

wear my own wig.

The ball was a success. My dress was a dream in red satin and my fellow students did not even recognize me when I arrived. They could not understand how a stranger had been able to copy the dress we had made! In a pause of the fancy ball two of the girls came to me knowing that it had to be me as there was only one girl with that designed dress present! They were very delighted to see how well I had done my trans- formation and soon all the other girls gathered around me. The two other male students were also very well made up, but my professional makeup and my natural wig turned the scale. I had a wonderful new feeling. Being together with my female fellow students all dressed in gorgeous clothes too, with makeup, shining stockings and lovely shoes. was to me quite a new experience. I got a wonderful feeling of being one of them. I could fully identify myself with them. When I looked at their stockings and shoes I had to look at my own stockings and shoes experi- encing a wonderful relaxing feeling being just like the other girls. I was dressed like the genuine girls, made up like them and with long hair caressing my neck and cheeks just as their hair did on them. In a mystic way I felt their femininity stretched out to me filling me from the skin out. Being one of them was so wonderful.

My aunt still said that I ought to get more curves and chubby cheeks. Therefore I began a fattening diet. Under no condition, however, should my waist become bigger. Also my stomach had to be kept under con- trol. The waist cincher and a long bra now became necessary parts of my clothes even under my masculine attire. Little by little I gained weight and the fat placed itself on the right places.

It was just the beginning of the Beatles Time and my aunt suggested that I let my hair grow long. It might not cause any sensation as I was an art student and we were all known to have strange ideas. As my hair grew longer, my aunt took care of it in every way. She was a master in getting long haired coiffures looking as if you were short haired. Little by little I got accustommed to my long hair.

One of my female friends knew a photographer in the advertising field who made stocking photos for the advertisements of big manu- facturers. She told me that he preferred to use male models for the ladies' stockings and that he was very interested in finding models with the right legs. My female friend had only seen me as a girl at the fancy ball, but she found my legs to be so nice that she was sure that the photo-

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