creamy smooth skin, my slim shapely, hairless legs, all the signs were feminine. I decided that I would at least have to give it a try and went, so resolved, to my bed and slept soundly for over an hour.

When I awoke, I felt strangely content and happy, as though I had confirmed my decision in my sleep. I climbed from my bed and went to the dresser and brushed out my hair and reapplied the rouge to my lips. It was the first that I had done it myself and found that I quite enjoyed doing it. I put my stockings and garters back on and was about to put on the red shoes when I spied a pair of similar black ones in the wardrobe which I had not noticed before. I took them out and tried them on. They were a perfect fit and every bit as attrac- tive as the red pair. Having decided upon a change of shoes, I elected to wear a different dress as well. I put on the petticoats and then, unaided, managed to climb into the very lovely blue silk dress which was covered with masses of white lace trim. I closed the rear buttons and pulled the self-belt tightly around my corsetted waist. Having checked the mirror to see that I looked entirely feminine, I went down to the living room and took up my needle- point. Soon Aunt Jane joined me, looking refreshed and pretty in a soft pinky beige dress which I immediately wanted to wear.

"Darling, you managed to dress yourself," she cried. "How clever of you. And how sweet your new dress is."

"My new dress," I questioned.

"Yes, dear. I bought it for you as a surprise. Do you like it?"

Oh yes, Aunt Jane, it's lovely. But . . . . well, How....?"

"Oh I knew that you'd be staying in dresses, my sweet. I just knew."

Thank you, Aunt Jane," I said. It's a beauti- ful dress."

"The others are yours, too, darling. And more to come. We can't have such a pretty young thing with nothing to wear, can we?”

"You are very kind," I replied demurely.

We ate early that evening and went for a long walk afterward. When we had returned and I had gone to my room for the night, I was surprised to find that all my male clothes had been replaced. In the drawers were petti- coats, knickers, vests, corsets and stockings, and under my pillow was a beautiful feminine nightgown. The next morning, Aunt Jane ex- plained that she had arranged with Mrs. Kinross that the exchange was done when we had taken our evening walk the day before. Thus com- mitted, I began to enjoy a long and detailed period of full feminization. To be sure, Aunt Jane bought me all the clothes to delight a young girl's heart. She taught me the art of makeup until I had it down to a fine art. I learned needlepoint until I was an expert at it, developed my drawing skills under her skilled tutorship and even learned to sing quite sweet- ly. I became a friend of all Aunt Jane's friends, whom I am quite sure never imagined that I might be anything other than Jane's "lovely young neice." We went out often to the theater, to cafes and restaurants, for long walks and for carriage rides in the park. My fingernails grew long enough to shape and to paint and after a period of several months, my own hair was long enough not to have to wear the wig anymore. On a very special occa- sion Aunt Jane took me to her hairdresser to have my hair styled and set in a fashionable feminine manner. The shorter hair was even more becoming than was the long.

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At the end of three months, I had become so accustomed to wearing female apparel that I simply could not imagine ever wearing anything else. It was at this time that we received a cablegram from my mother and father, saying that they were on a ship, sailing for home. Their date of arrival was only four days hence. Suddenly, I was in a quandry. I had found that I was much happier living as a girl in the city with Aunt Jane than I ever had been living as a young man in the country . . . . mother and Miss Spriggs or not. Aunt Jane explained that the country can be quite nice for a girl as well and I had to remind her that I was not really not a girl at all and that my father and mother might have something to say about ll that. She replied that my father was a self-opiniona- ted fool who would really not care a hoot what sex I was and that mother could be won over quite easily since she had always wanted a daughter anyway. She devised a paln whereby

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