A flurry of hands pressed on my skin and I was rushed into the bathroom and into the shower. I had to stand under the hot, stinging spray, soaping myself at their insistence, with a lilac- scented bar that made lots of bubbles. Once through with rin- sing, they worked some sort of a beauty cream all over me. And then I was led, kinds dazed, back into the "common" room. "Feel your skin, Mr Casanova," challanged one of the girls. I ran my fingers over my arms and legs and notived that my skin was rather soft-feeling.

"Now, get dressed, Miss Gabrielle Casanova!" snapped one of the girls, pointing to clothes which were layed out on the sofa. What choice did I have? The next thing I knew they had put on me a bra and panties nylons and the WHOLE works.

I had to put on one of the girl's shoes and then they sat me in front of the mirror, brought my hair down in sweeping bangs over my forehead, hair-pinned on a big soft-lookin' scarf and then they applied all kinds of stuff to my face. You know, lip- stick, eye-makeup and the rest.

Then they stood me up, and one of the girls said that I was to walk like a girl. "Swing those hips more," shouted another. "Sit down. Cross your legs, adjust your garters, take this compact and powder your nose." They had me doin' all sorts of stupid things.

But I noticed a change in the girls. They no longer giggled but stared at me with a warming friendliness as I became more and more 'at home' in my new clothes. Finally one gal, a red- head, burst out, "Gabrielle....you're alsolutely adorable!"

Then they opened the front door and shoved me out into the night. I regained my balance, lifted my skirts above my knees and ran like the dickens. I was so glad to have gotten out of that place. I certainly felt different, walking home, dressed like a girl.

Gabe looked up at me. "I just don't understand women! First they were one way and made fun of me, and then they seemed to like me in girl's clothes."

"So, what are you going to do?" I asked in amazement at all this information I had heard.

I could hear the song of nylon on taut nylon as he un- crossed his legs, stood up and smoothed his dress. With his breasts high and hips twitching, costume jewelry sliding down

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