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It Starts Again – Fantasy Chapter 6
If you have not read this from the start I suggest you start with my story that begins under the title of:
It Starts Again – A Cross Dressing Fantasy
All the chapters begin with It Starts Again, I had to shorten it to include the chapter numbers. This is a story about the feminization of a guy by his wife in a loving marriage. No BDSM, anal, or group sex, just a couple exploring their own needs with each other.
Monday morning arrived way too soon, and our work week would interrupt what had been a weekend of love making and exploration of my long denied desire to be a woman. And I must say that it was becoming apparent to me that my wife, who did have some lesbian experience before we met, was feeling the need to express her desires for female contact.
I had intended to dress in my regular work clothes and leave all the exploration of my feminine side at home where I knew it would be safe. But in a weak moment I wore one of my new panties because I really love the fit and feel of them. And to be honest, I was as hooked on cross dressing in two days as I was from the age of 13 to the age of 20. I have no explanation for any of this nor did I feel I would need to discuss it with others.
There was a slight chance for injury on my job, but as the construction gopher that was sent to pick up material for our projects I was not subject to the aspect of injury like other tradesmen so I was not worried about an injury and exposing my panty fetish to others. Exposure on a construction site would certainly have a heavy cost as most on the crew were very conservative.
As I drove to work my weekend played through my mind and the confusion that seemed to fill my mind on how I had backslid so fast into cross dressing that I had left behind when I had met my wife Beth. But I needed to get my mind focused on the project today and let my thoughts of my love affair as a woman with the woman I loved for another time.
Some days work is boring and this was one as I ran from one supplier to the next, waiting for them to pick the order and load it in the truck. And with boredom comes time to think and I pieced the weekend back together in my mind. From a simple slip in opening a drawer and admiring a satiny nylon panty to being shaved from neck to toe and dressed as a woman all weekend seemed like a dream, a fantasy that only a twisted mind could enjoy.
But that was exactly what I considered myself, a twisted mind. As a teen I had worried so much about being caught wearing women’s clothes and filled with self loathing for falling back into it no matter how many times I tried to stop. Now I had plunged headlong into it without a second thought. I guess this time I felt I had someone to share it with and that was my wife Beth. At first it was like role playing but by Sunday evening I was telling her that I felt complete as a woman and having sex with her like one woman has sex with another.
Yet I was troubled that I had not once had an erection, or even the hint of one. I tried not to be bothered by it but anatomically I knew my body, get aroused, get hard, and get off. It had been a routine for nearly 30 years regardless if it was my hand or my wife’s loving touch. Now I had sex twice without a hint of an erection, exploded with a load of cum that was equal to any in my life, and intense feeling to outside stimulation by fabrics, the caress of a soft hand, or perhaps the brush of hair across a shoulder or other parts of my body
I pulled out my lunch box, which Beth always prepared for me and ate in silence while I waited for a load of lumber to be ready for pick-up. The sandwich was always fresh as were the other items in the lunch and I ate heartily as the sex seemed to drain me of energy.
I got a call on my cell telling me I need to run to the other side of town to pick up some other material, which would take half the afternoon. “Don’t worry about being in a hurry, the guys have plenty to do and you should expect some delays as the place is near the mall,” the boss said on the phone. I got my load of lumber and headed across town.
When I approached the address I saw the shopping mall nearby and my mind snapped like a dry twig on the forest floor. I wanted to go shopping and this was a perfect opportunity. Beth had already told me that she had no other surprises for me like the previous gifts so I wanted to surprise her with a few new things for Karin, my name as the woman within me.
I picked up the other material first to make sure I had it and then stopped at the mall. I avoided the Victoria’s Secret store, I was no ready to wander in there and try to pick out something. I stopped at an old line department store with a woman’s clothing department and began my search for something fun to wear. I knew my push-up bras were perfect but I wanted a new panty to go with something new to wear.
In the lingerie department I picked out a thong style panty. Beth had a few and they always made her look so sexy and I wanted one as well. It was lavender with a bit of lace on the front. I then walked past the sleep wear headed for other clothing but then returned to that section and picked out a beautiful mint colored nylon pajama. I made sure the neckline was low enough to show some cleavage and that the bottoms would be long enough to cover my shaved legs.
Next stop was the dress section, but nothing seemed right and I ran across a sale rack and was instantly convinced that I needed short skirt (above the knee) and a top that seemed casual but yet classy. The top had a sheer netting above the bodice so my cleavage would show through, yet the round neckline would cover me nicely. It was sleeveless, which I wasn’t sure about, but thought since it was so inexpensive it wouldn’t matter.
I had never worn hose of any kind as a teen and poked around until I found a sheer to the waist pantyhose with a hint of charcoal to add a bit of glamour to my outfit. I decided to avoid shoes as my size would be tough without trying them on and in my construction gear I knew that would draw attention.
At the checkout the elderly sales lady started scanning the items and carefully folding them. “Would you like this in a gift bag?” she asked. I said yes because it seemed to mask the fact that I was buying for myself.
As I got back in the truck my heart was beating like a drum beat with excitement and the phone rang. “Hey, you got the supplies?” the boss asked. “Yup, not a problem,” I said.
The boss told me to take the truck home to avoid the overtime and head to work with it in the morning. This got me home an hour before Beth was due so I wanted to bathe and get dressed for her. The house was quiet and I stripped out of my work clothes and welcomed the thought of prepping myself as a woman in my new outfit. As a teen my collection was bits and pieces of undergarments, now I had just shopped for a new outfit and would be able to complete my feminine image as a surprise for Beth.
I didn’t spend a long time in the bath as I wanted to be dressed and ready for Beth when she arrived. I retrieved my padded bra and after adjusting “my girls” as I thought of them now, my cleavage returned in all its glory. I slipped into the thong panty and admired my figure in the mirror. My tiny little cock was sucked up tight and other than a slight bump in the front of the thong a casual observer would never know they weren’t looking at a female.
I did have a bit of trouble with the pantyhose but managed and was so pleased with being able to see my thong through the nylon hose. Dressed in my undies I went to work on my makeup and followed all the lessons Beth had given me and instead of the light pink lip gloss she had used on the weekend I chose one of Beth’s brighter reds. I had no trouble with the wig and was pleased with my appearance.
I finished dressing in my new short skirt and top and turned looking at my reflection in the mirror. I slipped into my short heels that Beth had given me and practiced walking about to make sure I was awkward in them. I heard the garage door raise and walked quickly to the kitchen and waited for Beth to open the door.
I think I could have knocked Beth over with a feather when she saw me. She dropped her purse and package and moved close to me and twirled me around inspecting my outfit. “Wow,” she said, “you must have gone shopping.”
“Yes I did, do you like it?” I asked.
“I love it, you are so pretty, let me get cleaned up and lets go out for dinner.” She said, then frowned and said, “Well maybe another time, we both need to be comfortable with going out.” I know she had seen the fright in my eyes when she mentioned it.
This began a 2 month period of our new lifestyle. I dressed from the moment I got home until the moment I left for work, and all weekend long. Beth bought me some nice “work panties” that were plain enough on the back to pass if my shirt rode up, but sexy enough for me to be reminded of my femininity.
Beth schooled me on how to set, stand, walk, and most importantly how to be a proper woman in all circumstances. Our first outing after two months of home schooling was to her hair dresser and I was scared to death. She assured me that she had worked this all out with her stylist, “Ron understands what we both want and not that it matters, but he is gay and said he’d love to help us in any way.”
My make over continued in Ron’s shop with my hair style, a manicure that although subtle did make me feel as if I had crossed over still further. I also had a pedicure and no holds were barred in making my toes pretty. Ron offered a full wax but Beth said perhaps another time as we had discussed it at home and although I trusted Beth not to put me in a bad position I wanted to get to know Ron before stripping naked in front of him.
During the first 4 months of living as a woman with Beth our sex simply got better and better. I also stopped thinking about the loss of my erections as the pleasure I felt was better than having regular intercourse. When Beth and I would trib I often felt her place her pussy right over the tip of my shrunken cock and grind as if I was penetrating her, I never failed to cum when she did this.
I had never been happier and felt that the denial I had been living had been such a waste of time. We had long talks about our lives together and how things had changed. In one conversation Beth admitted to wanting the lesbian life style but did not want to cheat of me and now that we had each other she was happy and completely satisfied with what we were doing.
We were approaching the point of making our first outing. We were planning dinner in a nearby town where neither of would be recognized and Beth continued to build my wardrobe with so many pretty things. We wanted to go shopping together we me going in feminine attire but knew we needed to work up to.
Then something happened that threatened both of us. One day after work I knew Beth would be working a little later and I had been shopping like my first trip and wanted to surprise her. I scurried in the house by the back door and as I walked into the kitchen I saw Beth at the table with her head in her hands crying like someone had died. I was shocked to see her but also shocked that she was crying.
I dropped my lunch box and knelt beside her, “What is the matter Beth, are you okay?”
“I am the most horrible person in the world,” Beth said between sobs, “you are going to hate me, I just know it.”
I shushed her pulling her into my arms, “what are you talking about?” I said as I cradled her head in my shoulder.
“This is so hard,” she said trembling all over, “I have done this horrible thing to you and you will hate me forever for it.”
I pulled her from the chair and led her to the living room where we sat on the couch and I held her tightly trying to calm her down. “I have no idea what you are talking about, please Beth tell me what you are trying to say.”
“The whole weekend thing, you will hate me forever,” she said and continued sobbing against my chest.
“No Beth,” I assured her, “you did nothing wrong, I was willing to go along with you and I will stop and never dress again if you will just stop crying, I am sorry that I have hurt you.”
“No you don’t get it, I have used my knowledge as a pharmacist to trick you into this. I gave you a something called ketoconazole, which is used to stop men from having erections after surgery. I had samples of it from one of our reps and I put it in your food, it will make it so you won’t get an erection.”
“I don’t care Beth,” I said relieved to at least know why I had not been erect through two of the most mind blowing sexual encounters of my life, “nothing you have done is worth this.”
“I am so sorry, you see I read the report that said that this is used with no side effects and was completely reversible. But today a second report came across that mention an irreversible side effect, called gynecomastia.” Beth looked into my eyes, “I am so sorry for what I have done.”
Now she had me worried, I had not heard of either of these words but side effects always scares a person. “So what is this gyneco thing?” I asked.
“Well I will explain, I don’t want you to think I am a doctor, but ever since we met I have thought your boobs were a bit bigger than most men your size, and trust me, I have loved that about you.” Beth wiped a tear away and I could see she was gaining a bit of control now that she could use her education and not her emotions to explain. “Well your breast development probably occurred in your teen years and it was called gynecomastia, or breast tissue development in men. Once puberty hit and your testosterone rose it stopped the development.”
I thought about my boobs and realized that there had been a reason that they always seemed larger and was the reason I rarely went swimming and never wanted to be out of a t-shirt in public. Beth continued, “Well this substance I gave you is now reported to cause gynecomastia in adult men. I know you noticed your boobs seemed larger and I know this is why.”
Beth stopped talking and looked into my eyes as she let the information soak in then continued, “this is not reversible, your boobs will never be smaller because you have developed breast tissue, this is not fat that can be reduced through diet or exercise.”
I suppose that I should have been shocked that Beth gave this to me without my knowledge. I should have been outraged that one side effect would be permanent. But somehow all of this made sense to me and I was relieved that the side effect did no harm that would be life threatening. I was lost in thought, not worry, but trying to think of how to explain what this information meant to me. And I think my facial expression must have frightened Beth who started crying again and ran to the bedroom closing the door quietly.
Setting alone in the room I was faced with the realization that the woman I loved was distraught with what has happened and my reaction to it would affect not only our marriage moving forward but our lives as well. My long boring day had provided so much time to think and sort things out and my shopping trip may have looked like an impulse, but I knew it wasn’t. Suddenly my mind cleared and a solution presented itself.
I went to the guest room where my wardrobe was. Within ten minutes I stood in front of a mirror and saw a sexy woman dressed in a pretty sundress, the first one Beth had given me, and knew that my life was going to be one of dedication to my wife, not as a husband, but as her wife.
I stepped into our bedroom where Beth was lying on the bed, she looked up and was visibly shocked at what she saw. I moved to the bed setting beside her. Beth said nothing but looked at the woman setting next to her as I said, “We can sort this out Beth, but I want to continue down this path with you. I could never be a woman on my own, you are my lover, partner, and wife, and I want to be the same to you.” I bent and kissed her brushing back her tears, “I want to be a woman, I always have, but I denied it for so long and now you are making it possible, I love you!”
If you have not read this from the start I suggest you start with my story that begins under the title of:
It Starts Again – A Cross Dressing Fantasy
All the chapters begin with It Starts Again, I had to shorten it to include the chapter numbers. This is a story about the feminization of a guy by his wife in a loving marriage. No BDSM, anal, or group sex, just a couple exploring their own needs with each other.
Monday morning arrived way too soon, and our work week would interrupt what had been a weekend of love making and exploration of my long denied desire to be a woman. And I must say that it was becoming apparent to me that my wife, who did have some lesbian experience before we met, was feeling the need to express her desires for female contact.
I had intended to dress in my regular work clothes and leave all the exploration of my feminine side at home where I knew it would be safe. But in a weak moment I wore one of my new panties because I really love the fit and feel of them. And to be honest, I was as hooked on cross dressing in two days as I was from the age of 13 to the age of 20. I have no explanation for any of this nor did I feel I would need to discuss it with others.
There was a slight chance for injury on my job, but as the construction gopher that was sent to pick up material for our projects I was not subject to the aspect of injury like other tradesmen so I was not worried about an injury and exposing my panty fetish to others. Exposure on a construction site would certainly have a heavy cost as most on the crew were very conservative.
As I drove to work my weekend played through my mind and the confusion that seemed to fill my mind on how I had backslid so fast into cross dressing that I had left behind when I had met my wife Beth. But I needed to get my mind focused on the project today and let my thoughts of my love affair as a woman with the woman I loved for another time.
Some days work is boring and this was one as I ran from one supplier to the next, waiting for them to pick the order and load it in the truck. And with boredom comes time to think and I pieced the weekend back together in my mind. From a simple slip in opening a drawer and admiring a satiny nylon panty to being shaved from neck to toe and dressed as a woman all weekend seemed like a dream, a fantasy that only a twisted mind could enjoy.
But that was exactly what I considered myself, a twisted mind. As a teen I had worried so much about being caught wearing women’s clothes and filled with self loathing for falling back into it no matter how many times I tried to stop. Now I had plunged headlong into it without a second thought. I guess this time I felt I had someone to share it with and that was my wife Beth. At first it was like role playing but by Sunday evening I was telling her that I felt complete as a woman and having sex with her like one woman has sex with another.
Yet I was troubled that I had not once had an erection, or even the hint of one. I tried not to be bothered by it but anatomically I knew my body, get aroused, get hard, and get off. It had been a routine for nearly 30 years regardless if it was my hand or my wife’s loving touch. Now I had sex twice without a hint of an erection, exploded with a load of cum that was equal to any in my life, and intense feeling to outside stimulation by fabrics, the caress of a soft hand, or perhaps the brush of hair across a shoulder or other parts of my body
I pulled out my lunch box, which Beth always prepared for me and ate in silence while I waited for a load of lumber to be ready for pick-up. The sandwich was always fresh as were the other items in the lunch and I ate heartily as the sex seemed to drain me of energy.
I got a call on my cell telling me I need to run to the other side of town to pick up some other material, which would take half the afternoon. “Don’t worry about being in a hurry, the guys have plenty to do and you should expect some delays as the place is near the mall,” the boss said on the phone. I got my load of lumber and headed across town.
When I approached the address I saw the shopping mall nearby and my mind snapped like a dry twig on the forest floor. I wanted to go shopping and this was a perfect opportunity. Beth had already told me that she had no other surprises for me like the previous gifts so I wanted to surprise her with a few new things for Karin, my name as the woman within me.
I picked up the other material first to make sure I had it and then stopped at the mall. I avoided the Victoria’s Secret store, I was no ready to wander in there and try to pick out something. I stopped at an old line department store with a woman’s clothing department and began my search for something fun to wear. I knew my push-up bras were perfect but I wanted a new panty to go with something new to wear.
In the lingerie department I picked out a thong style panty. Beth had a few and they always made her look so sexy and I wanted one as well. It was lavender with a bit of lace on the front. I then walked past the sleep wear headed for other clothing but then returned to that section and picked out a beautiful mint colored nylon pajama. I made sure the neckline was low enough to show some cleavage and that the bottoms would be long enough to cover my shaved legs.
Next stop was the dress section, but nothing seemed right and I ran across a sale rack and was instantly convinced that I needed short skirt (above the knee) and a top that seemed casual but yet classy. The top had a sheer netting above the bodice so my cleavage would show through, yet the round neckline would cover me nicely. It was sleeveless, which I wasn’t sure about, but thought since it was so inexpensive it wouldn’t matter.
I had never worn hose of any kind as a teen and poked around until I found a sheer to the waist pantyhose with a hint of charcoal to add a bit of glamour to my outfit. I decided to avoid shoes as my size would be tough without trying them on and in my construction gear I knew that would draw attention.
At the checkout the elderly sales lady started scanning the items and carefully folding them. “Would you like this in a gift bag?” she asked. I said yes because it seemed to mask the fact that I was buying for myself.
As I got back in the truck my heart was beating like a drum beat with excitement and the phone rang. “Hey, you got the supplies?” the boss asked. “Yup, not a problem,” I said.
The boss told me to take the truck home to avoid the overtime and head to work with it in the morning. This got me home an hour before Beth was due so I wanted to bathe and get dressed for her. The house was quiet and I stripped out of my work clothes and welcomed the thought of prepping myself as a woman in my new outfit. As a teen my collection was bits and pieces of undergarments, now I had just shopped for a new outfit and would be able to complete my feminine image as a surprise for Beth.
I didn’t spend a long time in the bath as I wanted to be dressed and ready for Beth when she arrived. I retrieved my padded bra and after adjusting “my girls” as I thought of them now, my cleavage returned in all its glory. I slipped into the thong panty and admired my figure in the mirror. My tiny little cock was sucked up tight and other than a slight bump in the front of the thong a casual observer would never know they weren’t looking at a female.
I did have a bit of trouble with the pantyhose but managed and was so pleased with being able to see my thong through the nylon hose. Dressed in my undies I went to work on my makeup and followed all the lessons Beth had given me and instead of the light pink lip gloss she had used on the weekend I chose one of Beth’s brighter reds. I had no trouble with the wig and was pleased with my appearance.
I finished dressing in my new short skirt and top and turned looking at my reflection in the mirror. I slipped into my short heels that Beth had given me and practiced walking about to make sure I was awkward in them. I heard the garage door raise and walked quickly to the kitchen and waited for Beth to open the door.
I think I could have knocked Beth over with a feather when she saw me. She dropped her purse and package and moved close to me and twirled me around inspecting my outfit. “Wow,” she said, “you must have gone shopping.”
“Yes I did, do you like it?” I asked.
“I love it, you are so pretty, let me get cleaned up and lets go out for dinner.” She said, then frowned and said, “Well maybe another time, we both need to be comfortable with going out.” I know she had seen the fright in my eyes when she mentioned it.
This began a 2 month period of our new lifestyle. I dressed from the moment I got home until the moment I left for work, and all weekend long. Beth bought me some nice “work panties” that were plain enough on the back to pass if my shirt rode up, but sexy enough for me to be reminded of my femininity.
Beth schooled me on how to set, stand, walk, and most importantly how to be a proper woman in all circumstances. Our first outing after two months of home schooling was to her hair dresser and I was scared to death. She assured me that she had worked this all out with her stylist, “Ron understands what we both want and not that it matters, but he is gay and said he’d love to help us in any way.”
My make over continued in Ron’s shop with my hair style, a manicure that although subtle did make me feel as if I had crossed over still further. I also had a pedicure and no holds were barred in making my toes pretty. Ron offered a full wax but Beth said perhaps another time as we had discussed it at home and although I trusted Beth not to put me in a bad position I wanted to get to know Ron before stripping naked in front of him.
During the first 4 months of living as a woman with Beth our sex simply got better and better. I also stopped thinking about the loss of my erections as the pleasure I felt was better than having regular intercourse. When Beth and I would trib I often felt her place her pussy right over the tip of my shrunken cock and grind as if I was penetrating her, I never failed to cum when she did this.
I had never been happier and felt that the denial I had been living had been such a waste of time. We had long talks about our lives together and how things had changed. In one conversation Beth admitted to wanting the lesbian life style but did not want to cheat of me and now that we had each other she was happy and completely satisfied with what we were doing.
We were approaching the point of making our first outing. We were planning dinner in a nearby town where neither of would be recognized and Beth continued to build my wardrobe with so many pretty things. We wanted to go shopping together we me going in feminine attire but knew we needed to work up to.
Then something happened that threatened both of us. One day after work I knew Beth would be working a little later and I had been shopping like my first trip and wanted to surprise her. I scurried in the house by the back door and as I walked into the kitchen I saw Beth at the table with her head in her hands crying like someone had died. I was shocked to see her but also shocked that she was crying.
I dropped my lunch box and knelt beside her, “What is the matter Beth, are you okay?”
“I am the most horrible person in the world,” Beth said between sobs, “you are going to hate me, I just know it.”
I shushed her pulling her into my arms, “what are you talking about?” I said as I cradled her head in my shoulder.
“This is so hard,” she said trembling all over, “I have done this horrible thing to you and you will hate me forever for it.”
I pulled her from the chair and led her to the living room where we sat on the couch and I held her tightly trying to calm her down. “I have no idea what you are talking about, please Beth tell me what you are trying to say.”
“The whole weekend thing, you will hate me forever,” she said and continued sobbing against my chest.
“No Beth,” I assured her, “you did nothing wrong, I was willing to go along with you and I will stop and never dress again if you will just stop crying, I am sorry that I have hurt you.”
“No you don’t get it, I have used my knowledge as a pharmacist to trick you into this. I gave you a something called ketoconazole, which is used to stop men from having erections after surgery. I had samples of it from one of our reps and I put it in your food, it will make it so you won’t get an erection.”
“I don’t care Beth,” I said relieved to at least know why I had not been erect through two of the most mind blowing sexual encounters of my life, “nothing you have done is worth this.”
“I am so sorry, you see I read the report that said that this is used with no side effects and was completely reversible. But today a second report came across that mention an irreversible side effect, called gynecomastia.” Beth looked into my eyes, “I am so sorry for what I have done.”
Now she had me worried, I had not heard of either of these words but side effects always scares a person. “So what is this gyneco thing?” I asked.
“Well I will explain, I don’t want you to think I am a doctor, but ever since we met I have thought your boobs were a bit bigger than most men your size, and trust me, I have loved that about you.” Beth wiped a tear away and I could see she was gaining a bit of control now that she could use her education and not her emotions to explain. “Well your breast development probably occurred in your teen years and it was called gynecomastia, or breast tissue development in men. Once puberty hit and your testosterone rose it stopped the development.”
I thought about my boobs and realized that there had been a reason that they always seemed larger and was the reason I rarely went swimming and never wanted to be out of a t-shirt in public. Beth continued, “Well this substance I gave you is now reported to cause gynecomastia in adult men. I know you noticed your boobs seemed larger and I know this is why.”
Beth stopped talking and looked into my eyes as she let the information soak in then continued, “this is not reversible, your boobs will never be smaller because you have developed breast tissue, this is not fat that can be reduced through diet or exercise.”
I suppose that I should have been shocked that Beth gave this to me without my knowledge. I should have been outraged that one side effect would be permanent. But somehow all of this made sense to me and I was relieved that the side effect did no harm that would be life threatening. I was lost in thought, not worry, but trying to think of how to explain what this information meant to me. And I think my facial expression must have frightened Beth who started crying again and ran to the bedroom closing the door quietly.
Setting alone in the room I was faced with the realization that the woman I loved was distraught with what has happened and my reaction to it would affect not only our marriage moving forward but our lives as well. My long boring day had provided so much time to think and sort things out and my shopping trip may have looked like an impulse, but I knew it wasn’t. Suddenly my mind cleared and a solution presented itself.
I went to the guest room where my wardrobe was. Within ten minutes I stood in front of a mirror and saw a sexy woman dressed in a pretty sundress, the first one Beth had given me, and knew that my life was going to be one of dedication to my wife, not as a husband, but as her wife.
I stepped into our bedroom where Beth was lying on the bed, she looked up and was visibly shocked at what she saw. I moved to the bed setting beside her. Beth said nothing but looked at the woman setting next to her as I said, “We can sort this out Beth, but I want to continue down this path with you. I could never be a woman on my own, you are my lover, partner, and wife, and I want to be the same to you.” I bent and kissed her brushing back her tears, “I want to be a woman, I always have, but I denied it for so long and now you are making it possible, I love you!”
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