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difficult to put on as his fingers were now trembling and his whole body was tense with inner emotions and flows of feelings that some- how were coming from deep inside of him, surfacing, and seeping into his mind and very consciousness such that he became confused about even the reality of his immediate surroundings. He sat down on his bed to clear his mind and to see his hands trembling in excitement from the clothes he had just put on. Slowly he stood up again and finished dressing himself in his pretty light pink shirtwaist dress with full skirt, long sleeves that billowed, and an open neck at his throat. Then, he stepped into the open-toed white heels and walked about the room, finding he was quite good in surprise. The reflection of himself in the full-length euphoric as he sighed deeply and turned this way and admire himself.

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What to do now, he thought. Oh, yes, jewelry. Dangling earrings, a necklace of pearls, two bracelets, and a pin for his dress. Light fluid foundation and powder, red lipstick, eye shadow, mascara, and eye- brow pencil followed. Then, perfume to complement his scented powder and bath crystals. Our boy was becoming a girl and he loved it. He brushed his hair and took his purse and stood again to admire himself in the mirror, walking back and forth, his fingers playing with the folds of his skirt, feeling his skirt moving about his smooth legs, and enjoying the supreme joy of being dressed as a female person. Oh, it is so marvelous, Jim thought to himself. Why did I wait so long to put on these pretty, wonderful clothes? Nothing he had ever worn be- fore was so comfortable, so pretty, so soft, so dear, and so intimate, and so totally feminine. He was so taken with how pretty his dress adorned his slender body, and he sat down to paint his nails with red nail polish.

So now here he was all dressed up and nowhere to go. Even though Jim Eaton could have passed with ease, even on his first dressing, he was in dread fear of anyone finding out about his love affair with feminine clothes and his own feminine self. Jim still had the softness of a boy without the macho male swagger and ways of boys about to become men. He had the desire to change the boyish appearance, that was also feminine, since many boys in their teens could put on a dress and appear as girls with ease, but as my dear readers know, only we girls can understand Jim Eaton as we have had a similar feminine person in our own experiences.

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