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Fall's faint scent of burning leaves, crisp mornings with heavy dew almost icing, and the excitement of new concerts, plays, and other events starting up after summer's sleep failed to excite Jim Eaton as they had before when the orchestra of another college year rehearses the music of a community come back together to learn and socialize, love, and fall out of love, and to play the macho game to interest the pretty girls. Jim Eaton could not live in a dormitory and the dean agreed that he could stay in the one-bedroom apartment over a garage near college that he had rented for the summer. With five days before registration, Jim Eaton drove over to another town over 60 miles away and made some purchases. Now, gentle girls who are my readers, you know full well what Jim Eaton bought with the help of a nice sales girl who made sure everything would fit. Yes, my dears, everything from panties to earrings and lipstick, not to forget bra, slip, dress, heels and you girls know the rest as many of you have done this very thing many times before, destroying all, then starting again. Your authoress has, herself, experienced this purchasing of a total outfit, the euphoria of adorning herself, and the despair and self hatred that led to destruction of her adored clothes and accessories. Oh, dear, never more, my dears, as I have my darling Society For The Second Self as my salvation. But, back to poor Jim Eaton, just starting out on his road to self anguish.

Jim Eaton arrived back at his apartment and took his packages upstairs like a thief in the night, closed the door, bolted it, and then forced the back of a wooden chair under the door knob to prevent entry. He closed all the blinds, turned on the air conditioner, and began to take out his purchases. It was difficult to remove the price tags, the labels, and the stapled items, but Jim Eaton prevaled. Next the scented bath crystals as Jim Eaton undressed from male attire and took a perfumed bath. After drying, he patted on a scented powder and then took his bra and studied how to put it on. Impossible to snap it in back, he realized, so with determination he figured how we girls put on our bras, then began filling them with sets of foam rubber falsie cups. He managed to stuff three sets in each cup, then they were snug against his own nipples. Next, he put on panties and a garter belt, and sat down to put on the nylons. He had paid close attention to women doing this any time he could and found it was easy enough. Then, feeling suddenly elevated in a way he had never experienced, he put on his lacy nylon slip and learned how to adjust the straps. How much he needed a GG girl to help, but he did not know about such great people. Then came the dress and to Jim Eaton it was most

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