RANSVESTIA

gotten you in here sooner. Listen, we've got to get you warmed up. I know, I'll lay right next to you." She snuggled up to my side, and with her hands began massaging my arms and shoulders. It worked, to some extent, but I was still shivering violently, and the next thing, she had slid under the covers completely and was massaging the feeling back into my feet and legs.

Gradually I warmed up and gradually she got tired of being a mas- seuse and, as it had been a long and exciting day for both of us we soon drifted off to sleep.

The next day was a Sunday so there was no hurry about getting up. We lay in bed talking about the sorority, the initiation, our mutual plans for the coming year and so on. Finally, my "big sister" piled out of bed, stretched her beautiful body, grabbed a towel and headed for the shower room. I seized the opportunity of her absence to get dressed myself. It was one thing to have your own room and merely have to avoid the other girls in the intimacy of the shower, but it was some- thing else to find oneself in the same bedroom with another girl with both of us having to slip out of our pajamas and get into panties, bra, etc. I was glad that she had made a hurried exit and left me to myself.

Well, that's about it for my story. What I've related so far explains how I happened to make the switch from an ordinary, bashful, high school boy to a very attractive, young college coed. This period of change was rather unusual and I thought it would be interesting to you, but from the point of initiation on it was no longer a matter of transition. I had started this trip as I told you by the initiation in high school which turned out to be my initiation into a feminine life. The sorority initiation marked the culmination of that transition. From that point on I was just one of the girls. I shared all the little problems, triumphs and joys of the others. For in the sorority initiation I was initiated into womanhood and that is where I've stayed ever since. Sometimes I wonder what my life would have been like if I had not gone through that high school initiation and if Mother had not secretly wanted a daughter so that she made much more of a thing out of the initiation than was necessary. Yes, I wonder about it, but I have no regrets about it. I'm a pretty woman, well liked by both men and women, sought after as a companion and living a full life. I've paid my "dues," I've been initiated and now I belong in the feminine world. You should be so lucky!