wig, more makeup and the tunic looks wonderful.'

She opened the door and stepped back and Lyndon rather shyly entered the room. He couldn't help but be aware of her lithe and pretty female body faintly outlined beneath the sheer material of her nightie.

'Mom said you'd probably like to see how I looked. I guess I can pass, huh?'

'No doubt about it at all. Boy I'm really looking forward to to- morrow evening now. It'll be fun to have you on the team and more fun to fool every-

even

one.'

They stood talking for a few minutes and then finally Lyndon took his leave. Strolling back across the lawn to his own home he wondered if Dianne would have been so uninhibited about letting him see her SO uncovered if he had been in his normal male clothes.

By Thursday evening Lyndon was quite looking forward to basketball practice. He sprinted home after school and went straight off to his room and shed his male clothes and climbed into the bra, briefs, practice tunic and joggers. His mother came in to help him with the wig and make- up. When he was finally ready he gave her a quick peck on the cheek and dashed out the front door and down the street to the rear entrance of the school. He was a hundred yards or so down the road before he suddenly real- ised that he was now out in a public place dressed in girls sports gear and looking entirely feminine. For a moment he was quite self conscious and he looked around guiltily to see if anyone was watching him. There

were three or four people on the street but none were taking any notice of him and once again he firmed in his resolve and continued through the gates to the courts where he could see

Dianne and the other girls waiting for him.

'Hi,' she waved excitedly as he approached and she jogged to- wards him. 'Come and meet the other girls.'

She introduced him in turn to Peggy, Sue, Wendy, Charmaine, Marsha, and Carol who had spoken to him the other day when he was a boy, and four or five other girls whose names he lost in the excitement.

'What position do you normally play,' Carol asked?

'Oh I'm easy,' Lyndon said, ‘but if I have a choice, I guess I'd punt for an attacking position.'

'OK you got it. Your in the for- ward line for the first practice. Let's see what you can do.'

The girls broke into their pre- selected groups for a. practice game and Lyndon enthusiasti- cally went to work to stake his claim for a position on the school team. An hour and thir- teen baskets later there was no doubt about his having made it. He played superbly in attack and defense and when the umpire called time for the afternoon the girls gathered around him excitedly to congratulate him on his performance. In just a matter of sixty minutes on the court Lyndon had become a sporting hero, or as Dianne reminded him as they walked home to- gether, a sporting heroine.

The practices of the following Tuesday and Thursday produced

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much the same result and on Friday when the A team was announced, Lyndon snuck a- round to the girl's notice board and was overjoyed to see his name, or rather the name of Lynda Wilson posted. But there was some disappointment in not being able to rush back and tell his friends. Of course, Lynda was not yet supposed to know that she had been selected to play. Dianne had volunteered tell her that night.

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On the Saturday played Hillsdale and won 89-57 of which Lynda Wilson's per- sonal tally was 26 baskets. 'She' was confirmed as a permanent member of the team. And so Lyndon Watson entered into his dual life. Every Tuesday and Thursday he would rush home from school and become Lynda Wilson. Every Saturday he would climb from his bed, breakfast, shower and change into his girl's basketball and gear head off with Dianne for various courts around the district. His mother bought him a Crane- brook girl's tracksuit for wearing over his tunic on cold days. There were a couple of embar- rassing moments during the sea- son when the girls asked him to go to a party with them or some other social engagement but he always managed to find a reason- able excuse. They thought it was a little strange that Lynda would never join in their social activities but 'she' was such a good basketball player that no one complained too much.

For Lyndon, the end of the sea- son came all too soon. Crane- brook won the inter-club com- petition that year and everyone agreed that Lynda had played a major part in their success. On the Monday after their last game Lyndon was sitting at