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"Well, I must go now. Erica may be worrying and I won't give her new worries, just yet, but we'll eventually have to hash this out. But you're right. I do love this role and that woman. I'm bound to be like this from now on. I can't really thank you but feel you should be." At that I hurriedly left.

Out on the street I was suddenly aware again of the skirt I was wearing and how it swung against my legs. I could also feel the weight of my breasts as I walked. I seemed to be able to feel every stitch of clothing I had on. I was not in any way self-conscious. I knew that the part I was playing was me and no one else. But the skirt and half slip as they played about my legs as I walked or the nylons and high heels that I wore reminded me of my femininity. I didn't feel the white blouse nor especially the bra that I was wearing other than how it reacted to my breasts. I knew that the casual observer would be able to see the outlines of the bra in the back and that where it pushed out the blouse in front there would be the pattern of lace that would show where the now amply-filled cups made contact. There was no pinch in the ears since the wires passed through the lobes but the movement I could feel as the earrings that dangled from those pierced lobes hit the side of my neck. Yes, I was aware as if anew of this femininity and I relished it. With these thoughts I went to meet Erica.

When I met her, I did not let her on that I'd seen the doctor. But I did want to probe her feelings. I apologized for being several minutes late. We went shopping and I watched her actions. There seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary. I was apparently a woman shopping with another woman. Finally we went to eat and in the seclusion of a restaurant I started the probings to find out what she thought and felt. I used the marriage approach. "Erica, let's get married."

"Why? We have all we need just as we are.

"I know, but I want to make it final. Your mother should know me by now and thus should have no reason to refuse. I love you, Erica, and want to complete our relationship."

She smiled and squeezed my hand. "All right, Peggy, I don't know just how we'll manage the clothes to make you enough like a man for the ceremony, but we can manage if you want to."

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