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of all the girls attending the ball. That made me think of something that I had not thought of before. I had agreed to impersonate a boy, so I would have to ask girls to dance with me.

The girls said I didn't have to worry about it. On the contrary, it would be fun for me to dance with everyone, boys and girls. Then I thought it had to be the same for my escort who would have to dance with boys and girls, also. We decided that we would, first, dance as our characters, with persons of our sex, and then, spend the rest of the evening dancing with persons of the other sex. It sounded like a good idea to me and I accepted it.

While I had been thinking of my own costume, I had forgotten to think of the one for my boyfriend. At one of our get-togethers, I asked his sister how she was doing in convincing him. She told me she had to get the help of her mother to convince him. She had already got the dress and the wig and had her brother try them on. I wanted to know what he looked like, in a dress, but she did not want to tell me. All she said was: "Wait till you see him... All I can tell you is that he makes a very real girl."

That was not enough to satisfy my curiosity, so, the next time I saw him, I asked him if he had liked his dollying-up session. I could see he was shy to speak of girl's clothes with me and he did not tell me exactly what had happened when his mother and sister had asked him to try on the dress and the wig. He just said he had agreed to be a girl for that night and that he was going to do it the best he could. Once again, my curiosity was not satisfied.

But, I wanted so badly to see him with his costume on, before the ball that I decided to organize a meeting during which we girls would wear our costumes to get the others' reactions to them. It was decided that the boy would join us, as he was going to be a girl during the ball. The meeting was to be held at my place. When the time came, the girls brought their costumes and used my bedroom to put them on. The boy used my brother's bedroom to transform himself into a girl. After his sister had her costume on, she went in and helped him with his.

She then took him to my bedroom where the beautician looked after his makeup. In the beginning, he was a little shy, but when he saw we were all wanting to help him, he recovered his smile and made jokes

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