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cut cap much like the girls on the athletic teams at school wore theirs. She was obviously wearing one of her Dad's suits. It was dark blue with a red cumberbund. Her shoes were a pair of men's cuban-heel dancing pumps. Quite frankly, she looked like one of the guys in my Shakespeare class. She stood there with her legs apart and her arms el- bowed at her waist grinning at my astonishment.

"Come on, Dear, we haven't much time," and turned towards her bedroom. I followed with my mind in a whirl.

Barbara's bedroom did not reflect her aggressive personality. The furniture was a lovely french provincial suite that had come from my parent's shoppe and was as utterly feminine where she was not.

There on the bed was laid out the most gorgeous dance gown I had ever seen. I recognized it as one we had featured at a style show some three weeks before. There were an endless number of black sequins on black chiffon that made it sparkle as the light was reflected. The dress was knee length and featured a low neck line. Over this went a short transparent cape that was actually no more than detachable sleeves. With the dress were gorgeous dancing pumps of black silk with rhine- stone buckles. There was a stunning strapless corset of black satin and filmy undies and stockings of beautiful taupe.

With a cold chill I turned towards the door. I knew what the next step was, and I was not about to be a willing victim. Barbara grabbed me and with some kind of judo, threw me against the wall where I crashed to the floor. Now I knew what the exercises in the garage had done.

"Marty, don't make me hurt you. I have a wonderful act worked out for us and I want you to love the idea as much as I do."

Again, this girl was pleading with me and I rather liked the idea. I didn't have anything to lose so I nodded my head. I submitted to her eager hands then, and removed my beach robe. She handed me a black leather belt that needed no explanation. I went into the bathroom and removed my swim trunks and put on the belt that was made to tightly support and cunningly hide any sign of my sex. Barb appeared in the doorway with panties, hose, and the corset. I silently put them on for I had watched my model friends don their undies many times when they did not see me and I found no problems except with the corset which was to be laced in the back.

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