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else I have that you can get into." As she said this she was digging through her suitcases stopping occasionally to look up at me and then back into the suitcase.

By this time I was uncomfortable enough to accept anything just so long as I could get warm and anyhow it just might be fun at that. At least it couldn't hurt anything. I'd always wondered what it would be like to dress as a girl but I'd never had the courage to try it before this. “OK,” I said, "but just for tonight and because I need something to wear."

Dianne looked at me with a little gleam in her eye and said, “I've always wanted to dress you like a girl, and if you look good enough we can do it for the Clarks' Halloween party."

"First we need to give you a few curves," and so saying she handed me a black bra which she helped me into and helped me fasten in place. Next she padded the cups with rolled-up nylons and stepped back to admire her handiwork. Next she handed me a girdle which I struggled into rather clumsily. "Why do I need this?" I asked somewhat out of breath from my struggles. "To hold up your nylons, silly. No self-respecting girl would do without nylons. Now come on, be a good sport and let me have some fun. Let me dress you up, I promise not to laugh at you." Dianne bubbled. She was enjoying this and I sort of was also.

Then came a pink slip of nylon which Dianne dropped over me and allowed to float down over me. At first I felt as though I were in a soft clinging pink tunnel and then my head emerged and the slip settled into place. Dianne adjusted the straps and hugged me impulsively. “I'm glad you're such a good sport,” she said.

I looked down at myself and saw that she had indeed been busy. Although I had been watching as she did everything I didn't realize what I was shaping into but as I looked down over my breast which strained against the shimmery material of the slip I saw that I had acquired curves in all the right places. The soft material of the slip wrapped itself caress- ingly about my hips and fell from there to tickle my legs whenever I moved. I looked up and smiled sheepishly.

"Good," she said and gave me a pale blue dress which she knew really turned me on every time I saw her in it. I slipped into it and Dianne fas- tened the back zipper for me. The short skirt of the dress stopped well above my knees.

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