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As Pam I felt whole. Pam would then proceed to make the beds, vacuum and prepare the meal. It was sheer ecstasy for me to feel the garters tugging at my nylons-to hear them swishing as I intentionally rubbed them together. I would twirl, flairing my hoop skirts out, revealing my silken legs and panties. Standing before the mirror, Pam would slowly caress her new body, deriving the most pleasure from cupping her new breasts. When it came close to the time for my parents and sister, Pam would quickly return to her drab role as Dick. Occasionally Dick would feign illness from school and Pam would be “Queen for a Day."

This existence continued for a year. Pam only showed when no one was home. Then things took a dramatic change when Dick entered his sophomore year in high school. I was attending a private boy's school and Pat attended a private girls' high school. As I was sixteen, I was old enough to drive a car. After I got my license, my Dad would allow me to drive the car to the football games on Friday night. How Pam looked forward to Friday night! I would sneak a set of Pat's underwear, to include nylons and garter belt as she was now wearing them, into the bathroom and dress Pam. Over this I would put Dick's clothing. As I left the house I would take with me, unnoticed of course, a sack contain- ing a dress or sweater and skirt, shoes, purse, and a jacket of Pat's. After I had driven a short distance, I would turn into a deserted country road and, shedding my suit, complete Pam's transformation. My excitement would be so great that I could barely put my lipstick on straight. For my hair, as I had no wig, I would curl my hair as best as possible and put a bandana over the curlers. Pam would spend the evening driving around as a lovely young girl. The highlight of the even- ing would come when Pam would drive into a drive-in diner and order a sandwich or a malt. How my heart would throb as the young girl took my order. Never was I questioned or did anyone act like they suspected I wasn't a girl. After that I would drive up the dark road again and Dick would reappear.

One day, after a couple of months, all this changed. Pat asked Dad if she could go out on Friday to the football game with me. She explained that all her friends got to go and that she could ride to the game and return with me. Dad said yes. I argued but to no avail. She went or I didn't. It was as simple as that. Pam could have died.

On Friday evening I started the car and waited for Pat to come out of the house. As we were driving away, Pat asked me to pick up Ruth, her best friend. When we arrived at Ruth's, she invited us in as she wasn't ready yet. The three of us were alone in the house as Ruth's parents

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