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SISTER ACT By Annie James Part I Already soaked to the skin I rested briefly in a doorway about a block from my wife's store. With the car in for repairs I had decided to head over to meet Helga so we could walk home together. I had not counted on the cloudburst which had drenched me thoroughly before I had a chance to take cover. Miserably I stood in my narrow shelter hoping that the downpour would soon be over. Water ran from my soggy hair down my face and down my neck. I rubbed my hand over my face to stop the drips forming on my nose and chin. My shirt hung like a wet dishrag and the soaked material of my jeans clung to my legs. My right shoe squished water out its seams when I shifted my weight and I could feel the water seeping down my left sock into the shoe which had not landed directly in the puddle. I began to shiver so I decided there was no use in waiting any longer for the rain to let up and I dashed back into the street. Helga was standing in the entrance of the women's clothing store which she managed, wearing her raincoat and with an umbrella at the ready for the dash to the car, when I staggered up, out of breath from running and by now soaked to the skin over every part of my body. "Oh, Lyn! Whatever has happened?" she exclaimed when she realized that this wet apparition now gasping for breath at her side was the husband she had been expecting for the past ten minutes to drive up to the curb. "The car broke down on the way so I had to leave it at the garage. I tried to phone you but I got no answer. We'll have to call a taxi." "I heard a ring just as I was locking the door but I didn't dare go back to answer because I was afraid you would have to wait outside for me in the no-parking zone," Helga responded. "Well, we had better go back in now and do something about how wet you are. Here, hold my umbrella while I get my key out of my purse." Once through the door I headed for the phone to call a cab while she paused to set the lock behind us. I had located the number in the yellow pages and was about to dial when she called brusquely, "Never mind that for now! We've got to get you dried off first. Go to the washroom and take off every stitch of clothing while I find something for you to put on." A few minutes later I stood stark naked in the little lavatory, drying myself with the two small hand towels which hung by the sink. "Now sit down on the toilet seat and pull these on." Helga spoke from the doorway as she handed me a small bundle. "But I can't wear this!" I exclaimed when I realized she had given me a pair of dark purple woman's tights. "In any case they are too small." "No, they aren't. Just sit down and pull them on." Reluctantly I seated myself and started to obey. "Here, put your thumbs into one leg, like this. Put your foot into it and pull it up to your knee. There, now do the same thing with the other leg." A moment later I was standing with the close fitting tights drawn over my hips and up to my waist. "I guess you were right about the size," I admitted. "Of course I was. Now pull this on," she replied, handing me a matching leotard. I drew the stretchy garment up over my tights, then around my upper body, and inserted my arms into the sleeves. "There, that will keep you from catching cold. Come over here to see how smart you look." I followed her to a full length mirror in the main part of the store and stood staring at my reflection outlined by the silky close fitting garments which now covered me from my toes to my wrists but with a deep scooped neckline. "Mmm -- , nice legs," commented Helga as I turned to get a better view of myself. "And your waist is very slim. You look very attractive, my Darling," she added and stepped over to plant a kiss on my lips. She stepped back quickly before I had a chance to respond. "I can't go out in a taxi like this," I blurted. "Then what do you propose?" she countered. "I don't know, but I can't go out dressed like this. Apart from the looks I don't even have shoes. You had better go home first and bring me back some fresh clothes." "That would probably take an hour. And what would you do while I was gone? There is a cleaning staff and a night watchman, you know." She pondered a moment and then continued. "If you're too shy to go out like that we'll have to disguise you completely. That way you can be sure no one will recognize you. I'll get you some more things to wear." A few moments later she handed me a navy blue wool skirt. It had a narrow waistband and flared out from a gathered top. "Can't you find a pair of slacks?" I asked. "This will be much better if we are going to hide your identity," was the reply. Reluctantly I started to pull the skirt on, but she interrupted again. "Hold on. You'll need a half slip to keep the skirt from clinging." Within a few moments I was again examining myself in the mirror, this time secretly pleased with the way that the skirt draped over my hips, and noting how it swirled about my knees when I turned my body. The rustle of cloth over my close fitting tights disturbed me a little when I felt a slight tremor of excitement in my groin area. I hastened to comply when Helga called me over to sit in a chair so she could deal with my face. Before she could proceed I had to be instructed in how to smooth my skirt under me when about to sit down. She towelled my damp hair once more, then combed it close to my head and tried several wigs on me. She brushed out the one of her choice and fitted it firmly to my head. "Now, all we'll need is a little bit of powder and a dash of lipstick and you will pass quite well in the dark. It's lucky your beard is so light." Looking again in the mirror I had to admit that the image reflected certainly seemed to be that of a young woman. Combined with the way I was dressed the blond hair framing my face and the touch of lipstick were just enough to complete the illusion. "If you had a bit of jewellery you'd look ready to go dancing," smiled Helga. "My chest looks kind of flat, doesn't it?" "That's true, but it won't be noticeable under a coat. Come over to the shoe section and we'll find something for your feet." Something for my feet proved to be a pair of rainboots in yellow vinyl. When I took a few tentative steps on their two inch heels my altered posture kept me constantly aware of the strange undergarments clinging to my body and of the skirt brushing my knees. Again I felt a twinge in my groin area. My disguise was completed with a yellow nylon gabardine raincoat having a loose hood to pull up over my head. With a silk scarf showing at my neck and the buttons done up on the left, no one could possibly have recognized that this attractive stranger was Lyn Morissey, male. CHAPTER 2 "It's unbelievable," enthused Helga. "You're perfect. Let's walk home instead of calling a taxi." My objection that, "I wouldn't want anyone to see me this way," was overruled and almost before I could realize what was happening I was standing outside the shop door while Helga turned the key in the lock. With a plastic shopping bag filled with my rain soaked clothes in one hand and holding an umbrella in other, I nervously stepped out into the street with my wife at my side. "Take short steps," I was cautioned as we started along the sidewalk. The downpour had ended but there were few pedestrians out in the continuing drizzle. Much to my relief those persons we did meet hurried by without paying us any attention. Properly insulated from the wet and gradually becoming more relaxed I began to enjoy the strange sensations aroused by this masquerade, so much so that I even consented to enter a small convenience store while Helga purchased a bit of milk and bread. The proprietor seemed to notice nothing amiss about the 'woman' who stood glancing at the magazine display while her companion selected a few groceries. The teenager who jostled me accidently as he squeezed through the door with two companions apologized politely with the words, "Excuse me, Miss. I didn't mean to bump into you." I smiled at him in response but said nothing. By the time we arrived home, I felt quite confident in my new-found ability to silently impersonate a young woman and was sorry to have the adventure end, though I was reluctant to say so to Helga. She solved the problem for me by remarking, "Please don't rush to change, Darling. Let's have our supper and then I can take some pictures. Just for the two of us, of course." "What will I do for shoes?" "I have a pair of sling pumps which will probably adjust to your feet. We'll try them anyway. If that doesn't work you'll just have to go in stocking feet." The proffered shoes did not fit as comfortably as the rainboots but they were manageable, so with an apron to protect my skirt, I tapped about in the kitchen helping Helga to set out the supper and afterward assisted with the washing up. Our photograph session began with a snap of me standing at the kitchen sink wearing my apron and drying the last of the dishes. Then we moved to the living room where I was posed in various positions, first in my indoor clothes and then wearing raincoat and boots. Two films were used up by the time Helga was satisfied. The last picture, taken with the camera on automatic, showed two apparent girlfriends standing arm in arm before the fireplace. For the remainder of the evening we sat together on the chesterfield where I started in to read the newspaper. My concentration was broken however by the touch of Helga's fingers running up my leg. At the same time she leaned over to kiss me on the cheek and her left arm slipped around my waist. Her right hand continued to gently stroke my knees, then was moved up to lightly massage my chest through the leotard. Finally her fingers crept over my neck to reach my chin and turn my face toward her. Her lips pressed against mine and her tongue probed between my teeth. The newspaper slipped to the floor and I leaned back to enjoy these attentions from my insistent wife She took the lead aggressively, continuing to caress me without allowing me any chance to control the state of our arousal. As she whispered in my ear that it was time to repair to the bedroom I was burning with desire. She led me by the hand and placed me before the full length mirror where I stood docilely while she slowly and seductively removed each item of clothing which I had worn from the store. Last to go were the tights which came off with difficulty because of my arousal. There in the mirror was reflected a rather slight young man with a raging erection but the lipsticked face framed by a blond wig remained girlish. For several minutes Helga stood close behind me running her hands slowly up and down my chest and stomach. "Wait a sec," she whispered and stepped away while I continued to stare at the androgynous figure in the glass. In a moment she was behind me again, urging me to, "Lift your arms over your head." I did as instructed and a pink satin nightgown slipped down over my body. The androgyny seemed to fade from the reflection, replaced again by femininity until one looked down to where the gown was draped over my erect member. Helga led me over to the bed, turned back the covers, had me lie on my back, and kissed me again, at the same time running one hand up and down over my thigh. "I'll be with you in a moment," she murmured and stepped back to undress, but stepped forward to again caress me after each article of clothing was removed. I lay there almost numb with desire watching my beautiful wife perform her striptease. She dimmed the light and joined me on the bed, continuing to set the pace for our lovemaking. When finally she was ready to let me climax it was with her on top. As we began to relax she leaned forward to press her lips to mine once more. Her ample breasts sliding over the satiny material covering my chest again reminded me of the masquerade which had led to such an orgy of passion. In the morning I wakened to a renewed session of lovemaking, again initiated by Helga and directed by her. When I rushed to the bathroom to prepare for the day my wig was missing though traces of lipstick still showed on my mouth and the satin nightdress still covered my nakedness. I removed it with some regret, but hung it on the back of the door and entered the shower. Helga was waiting with a fresh towel to dry my back as I stepped out. "Last night was really fun," she began. "Could we do it again some time?" "It doesn't rain that way very often." "It's not the rain that is important," she laughed, "but if we planned ahead we could do everything just right." "I don't intend to be seen that way by anyone who knows us." "Of course not, Darling. This should only be between the two of us. You will agree under that condition." "Well -----," I hesitated. "Say yes, Darling. I'll make all the arrangements." "O.K.," I finally agreed, trying to appear more reluctant than I really was. "That's settled then. I'll make all the preparations and surprise you." concluded Helga. No more was said about the topic as we hurried through breakfast and rushed off to work. ...... Helga's film came back from the developers a week later. I was amazed to find how realistic the subject appeared. In almost all the poses the femininity of the model was beyond question. In only one or two the flatness of the chest might hint otherwise but, as Helga emphasized, you had to be looking for that clue to even notice it. In most of the shots, even that hint was concealed by the angle of the camera. The ones of me dressed to go out in the rain were particularly striking. CHAPTER 3 It was three weeks later when the sequel to our adventure in the rain began to unfold. It came about on my birthday. According to the labour contract at the plant where I worked each employee is granted a holiday on his birthday so I had the day off even though my wife had to report for work as usual. I had been expecting to sleep in late and spend most of the day just lolling about the house. Helga had other plans. "Wake up, Darling, and Happy Birthday," she greeted me before seven in the morning. "Why so early?" I growled when my sleep-filled eyes managed to focus on the clock. "This is the day!" she announced. "What day?" "The day I promised you. Now sit up to open your presents." She arranged the pillows at my back as I groggily lifted myself to a sitting position and shifted so I could lean against the head of the bed. From the closet she lifted two suitcases and set them on the bed beside me. The two yellow pieces obviously formed a matched set of women's luggage. The initials L.M. were clearly engraved at the lock on each. I stared at them rather nonplussed. "Aren't you going to open them, Silly?" I opened the latch and lifted the lid of one bag. Inside I found a selection of lingerie. On top were several bras in different colours, neatly folded beside some pairs of pantyhose and the blond wig I had worn home before. Carefully arranged underneath were layers of vari- coloured lace and nylon panties, slips, blouses, and nightwear. The remaining items of a woman's wardrobe, including shoes and cosmetics filled the other bag. I stared at the contents in consternation. "You don't look very pleased," ventured Helga. "I don't know what to say. I'm shocked!" "That's not the right attitude. When you agreed I promised to make all the arrangements ----, and I have!" She leaned over and kissed me. "Now into the bathroom to shave. I want you back in the bedroom in five minutes. My time is limited." Under pressure from her continued urging I made it back to the bedroom within the allotted time. With my pyjamas removed I found myself sitting naked at the side of the bed. Helga unwrapped a pair of pantyhose and handed them to me. "Put these on just as you did the tights," I was instructed. I drew them up each leg in turn, stood momentarily to arrange them around my hips and waist, and looked down to admire my own appearance. The effect was marred somewhat by the hair which showed through the sheer material. I sat down quickly to conceal the first stirrings of an incipient erection. With relief I felt the swelling begin to subside again. "Now turn away from me while I fasten this bra in place." She slipped my arms through the straps of a lacy satin bra and clipped it behind my back. A shaped pad was slipped into each cup and she adjusted the length of the straps. "That looks very realistic," she commented before dropping a matching full satin slip over my head. "Now slip on these shoes and come over to the chair. This time I will do a real job on your face. Again I felt stirrings in my groin as I moved across the room on high heels to sit where directed. The making up of my face began with the tweezing of several hairs from the bridge of my nose. Liquid foundation was spread evenly over my features, followed in turn by rouge, eyeshadow, eyebrow pencil, lipstick and finally mascara. A light touch of powder completed the work. "I don't have time to do your hair properly," confided Helga, "so you will have to wear your wig again." She brushed it out and fitted it to my head before adding hair set from a spray can. "Now stand up again so we can fit your dress on you." The red and white patterned crepe dress was slipped over my head and she drew up the back zipper. It fitted me closely through the waist area from the hips to the bust. "Remember to smoothe your skirt under you and sit down again while I find you some jewellery," After the addition of a wristwatch, gold bracelet, earrings, and a necklace to my costume I was required to hold out each hand in turn to have nail polish applied. At last I was led over to admire myself in the mirror. The transformation was unbelievable. Here stood an apparent young woman, attractively dressed as if about to go to work in an office or about to spend the day shopping. Again I felt stirrings in my groin as I admired this beautiful girl so amply endowed with sex appeal. "Oh Helga," I gasped, "you have done such a lovely job." "Your voice," she replied, "make it just a shade softer and a little bit higher. "Just as you wish, Helga," I answered, managing to modulate my voice somewhat. "That's just about perfect. Now, don't forget to continue speaking that way. Off you go now to the kitchen and get breakfast ready while I finish dressing." Dreamily I proceeded to the kitchen and donned an apron. It helped to conceal the growing lump in my groin. By the time Helga arrived to eat I was sitting at the table in readiness, but the lump had not receded. Helga made no comment about the bulge in my skirt when I stood holding her coat as she prepared to leave for work. Instead she slipped her arms into the sleeves and turned to face me. "I've left a list on the dresser of the things you are to do this morning," she stated as she put her arms out and drew me toward her for a farewell kiss. As her lips touched mine and her tongue sought entry to my mouth I suddenly felt a hand pressing against the front of my skirt. My excitement rose as the skirt and slip were slid up and down against the bulge at my groin. Paralyzed by excitement I stood rigid as the outer clothes rose until the hand could slide underneath and grasp my erection through the thin nylon of the pantyhose. I remained immobile as the intruding hand stroked me to a climax. Then my knees started to bend as the intensity of my excitement reached its peak. Helga sat me gently down on a kitchen chair, gave me a final light kiss on the forehead, turned, and left for work. I continued to sit in the same place until the discomfort of my moisture soaked pantyhose forced me to move. CHAPTER 4 The instructions I found on the dresser began with the words 'I love you, Sweetheart' and like sentiments were interspersed throughout the list. The first direction was to remove my soiled pantyhose and wash myself. I hesitated only briefly before deciding to carry out the direction to shave my legs and polish my toenails, but after donning the pink nylon panties and fresh pantyhose which Helga had laid out for me I was too delighted with the smooth appearance to worry about how I might look at the beach as a male. The balance of my morning was occupied with household tasks. In between stops to admire myself in the full length mirror, the soiled pantyhose were hand washed and hung to dry, the dishes were washed, the bed was made, the house was tidied, and the vacuum was run over the floors. A half hour was also spent practising my voice with a small tape recorder. By the time I had managed all these chores it was time to start preparing lunch for Helga. She arrived promptly at twelve. I met her at the door to offer and receive a kiss of welcome. In the process she checked again to find the start of a fresh bulge under my skirt but made no immediate comment. I was pleased by her compliments about my appearance and made a point of displaying my smooth legs. My housekeeping and cooking skills also received favourable mention. I felt that lunch was a total success and revelled in her praises. "What would you like me to do this afternoon?" I asked when the lunch dishes had been dried and returned to the cupboard. "You're coming with me to buy a pantiegirdle," she replied. "But I can't go out like this!" "Oh, yes you can, and you're coming right now. Your coat and boots from the other night are still here so get them out now." "But ---," "Move!" she commanded, taking me by the hand and leading me toward the cupboard. I could think of nothing more to say as my apron was hung up and my coat was held for me to slip my arms in. A moment later my shoes had been replaced by the rain boots and Helga ordered me to bring the keys and money out of my trousers hanging in the bedroom. "Just put them in your coat pocket for now," she added. "We'll choose a purse while we are out." Still protesting I was hurried out to the car. Helga made a final check under my skirt as she seated me on the passenger side. During the short ride she told me that I would be introduced to her fellow clerk as a sister-in-law and Helga's first customer of the afternoon. I would even receive a special price discount. The car was parked in the employees' space in the alley behind the store and again I tried to dissuade her from making me go where I would meet other people, but Helga was adamant. I cringed inwardly as the car door clicked behind me. "Stand up straight and act confident," Helga instructed just before we entered the store by the back way. Several customers were on hand and the other clerk was fully occupied so Helga had me sit down to wait while she put away her coat and went to help. I sat there nervously until the rush began to abate. The other clerk finished first and came over to ask if she could help me. With a carefully modulated voice I replied, "No, thank you. I'll wait for Helga. She is my sister-in-law." "Oh, yes. Helga said you would be coming in this afternoon. I am pleased to meet you. I'm Doris." "It's a pleasure to meet you, Doris. I'm Lynne." Doris hurried away to take her late lunch break and a few minutes later Helga's customer left and she turned her attention to me. "I noticed you managed quite well in talking to Doris," she began, then switched to treating me as a customer when another woman entered the store. "Our girdles are over at this counter, Ma'am," she added, leading the way. "It was a pantiegirdle you wanted, was it?" The other customer approached a nearby counter and examined the sweaters laid out on it while Helga showed me several examples before suggesting that I take one into the cubicle to be tried on. A few moments later I heard the cash register jingle and then Helga stuck her head through the curtain to see how I was making out. With her assistance I succeeded in pulling the garment into place so that no bulge showed, or could occur, even when her probing fingers inspired renewed feelings of excitement. I returned to the store to look at purses while Helga tended to another customer's needs. I took my choice of a black shoulder bag to the counter where Helga rang up the sale after her customer had departed. "Would you like it wrapped, Ma'am, or are you going to take it with you?" she asked for the benefit of another customer who had just entered the store. "I'll just take it as it is," I answered and put the bill inside along with the keys and change from my pocket. "Yes, Ma'am. You may use the washroom at the back of the store," Helga stated as if in answer to a question I had not asked. Wondering what this was about I took the key from her and went there to wait. It turned out that Helga wanted to supervise a renewal of my powder and lipstick before I ventured outside again. Satisfied at last, she instructed me to take the car and to come back for her at closing time. For the first time that day I refused to obey her orders. "I'm not going to drive the car. If I were asked for my driver's licence, what could I do?" I protested. "You will have to drive me home." "There is no way I can leave the store, so if you don't want to drive yourself, you will have to walk." Having no answer to her logic, I reluctantly set out on the crowded street. Highly nervous at first, I began to gain confidence as I realized that the pedestrians I met all took me at face value for a young woman. I began to enjoy the swirl of my skirts about my knees and the click of my high heeled boots on the pavement. Surreptitious glances from several male passersby boosted my confidence even more. Before long I was pausing to windowshop in the ladies' stores as I proceeded. I became so sure of myself that I stopped at a newsstand to purchase a magazine, a women's magazine since I wanted to appear in character. Back home at last I could not resist again posing in front of the full length mirror before settling down on an easy chair to peruse my magazine. When Helga arrived home she found me fast asleep. With supper not even begun I faced another shock. Helga insisted that we go to a restaurant to eat. At my insistence she drove to a shopping centre in another part of town where we would be unlikely to meet any acquaintances. Once again my high degree of nervousness subsided as the attitudes of the customers and staff made it evident that my disguise was successful. Supper went off perfectly and afterwards it was at my suggestion that we strolled down the corridor to windowshop before leaving the mall. In one window I particularly admired a set of maroon velvet separates consisting of skirt or slacks, vest, jacket, and topcoat, with a matching satin blouse. I suggested that we go in so I could try them on but Helga suddenly became uneasy and hastened me back to the car. "What's wrong?" I asked as we started away. "You didn't mind forcing me out in public when I didn't want to go. What suddenly changed your mind?" "I just realized that you are beginning to have five o'clock shadow," she answered, "so we will have to go back home." The logic of her decision could not be disputed but I did feel disappointed. Back home I was sent into the bathroom without my wig to wash off my makeup and shave again. It was quite a letdown staring in the mirror to view the reality which had been concealed under a layer of cosmetics and a hairpiece. Helga allowed me no time for idle thought. As soon as the razor had done its work she sat me again in a kitchen chair and proceeded to set my own hair up in curlers. Then I was directed to use my own hands to administer a touch of makeup and voila, the illusion was reestablished. A half hour later with the curlers removed and my hair combed out my feminine persona was totally restored. When Helga proposed that we dress for bed and watch television, since it was now too late to go out again, I readily fell in with her plans. Her help was necessary to undo the back zipper on my dress which we carefully hung in the closet. How good it felt to escape from the pressure of my girdle, even though I had not found it uncomfortable to wear! Shoes and pantyhose followed, but bra and panties remained as a beautiful full length nightgown slid over my body to replace my slip. Wearing matching yellow satin negligee and high heeled slippers I joined Helga on the chesterfield to watch a VCR movie. Throughout the program I was kept in a constant state of excitement by her caressing hands and frequent kisses. Finally she led me off to bed where I was treated once more to a session of lovemaking with myself taking only a passive role while being led up to an explosive climax. "Oh, Helga. It's been wonderful! Thank you so much." I murmured as I drifted off to sleep. CHAPTER 5 Saturday was a day off for Helga so we slept late. Sunshine streaming in the window woke us about nine. "Is my husband coming home or will my sister-in-law stay with me for the day?" asked Helga as I sat up on the bed and clasped my arms around my satin covered knees. "Which one would you prefer?" "It would be disloyal not to want my husband, but his sister is such fun. Do you think she might remain a little longer?" "I'm sure it can be arranged. After all he enjoys his sister's visit as much as you do." Helga reached over and drew me toward her for a long embrace. My excitement rose again as her tongue probed between my lips and her hands slid down my back. Once more she orchestrated my arousal and her own until we climaxed together with her gazing into my eyes from above. We lay exhausted in each others' arms before rising at last to shower together. Helga remained with me as I shaved and our hectic pace of the previous morning was replaced with a languorous contentment as we dressed together. She clipped my fresh bra behind my back while I adjusted the pads and I clipped her bra in turn as she adjusted her ample breasts in the cups. Side by side we donned our matching panties and pantyhose. The rest of our clothes were not identical but we both donned dark skirts over full slips. My short sleeved white silk blouse had a scoop neck while her pastel blue one buttoned at the throat. Helga again set my hair in curlers and I brushed hers into place under her direction. She explained that hers was so much easier to do because of her recent permanent wave. After time out for me to have a lesson on hand washing the unmentionables I had worn the previous day we returned to the bedroom and alternated on the bench before the dressing table mirror. I watched while she made up her face and renewed her nail polish. Then she looked over my shoulder as I practised applying cosmetics to my own face. "It's too bad you don't have pierced ears," she commented as our costumes were completed with necklaces and earrings. Ready at last we 'sisters' moved on to the kitchen to share the task of making breakfast. After breakfast, with my curlers removed and my hair combed and sprayed I was at last ready to accompany Helga on a shopping venture, certain in my own mind that no one could think us anything but a pair of attractive young women. Before we donned our coats however, Helga sent me back to take the final precaution of pulling my pantiegirdle into place beneath my skirt and slip. I was excited but totally confident as we stepped out the door to begin our shopping expedition. I sat proudly in the passenger seat of the car as Helga drove to the mall we had visited the previous day. Purse in my hand I was again cautioned to take smaller steps as I tried to hurry us from the parking lot into the building. We started by browsing in a department store where I was thrilled to be addressed as 'Ma'am' when standing at the cash register to pay for a small item of costume jewellery. I quickly learned to say, "No, thank you. We are just browsing," when a clerk asked if she could be of service to the 'ladies' as we examined the dresses on a rack or rummaged through the items on a sale counter. The time passed so quickly that I was surprised when Helga announced that it was three hours since breakfast and she for one needed lunch. "But we haven't even come to the store with the outfit I saw last night," I protested. Nevertheless I followed her into a cafeteria where we each snacked on a salad and a diet drink. My first visit to a ladies' washroom taught me the awkwardness of having to remove girdle and pantyhose and sit down to relieve my bladder. I remembered Helga's instruction to hang my purse on the door rather than set it on the floor where it might be stolen while I was immobilized by having my unmentionables pulled down. We stood side by side at the mirror to powder our noses and freshen our lipstick before leaving. Our next stop was the store where I had seen the maroon velvet outfit the day before. The skirt and blouse were removed from the window for me, and Helga accompanied me to the fitting room where I hastened to try them on. I could hardly contain my delight when they proved to be a perfect fit. Back in the store I tried in turn the jacket, the vest, and the topcoat. Then I took the slacks to the dressing room to try them in place of the skirt. Of all the pieces only the vest and the slacks needed adjustment, in each case a slight reduction at the waist. When the clerk offered to have the adjustments made for me I took my credit card from my purse, pleased for once that my name, Lyn Morissey, is ambiguous as to sex. Helga reminded me that I should think carefully about spending so much money but I overrode her objections and cheerfully signed the charge slip when it was proffered. My purchases were boxed and we left the store to place them in the car, with the understanding that Helga would return Monday to collect the two pieces which were being altered. At my insistence we returned to the plaza to spend another exciting hour while I selected matching lingerie in a deep rose shade. Helga talked me out of purchasing a strand of pearls by promising to lend me hers, but I could not be deterred from the purchase of matching shoes and purse, along with gloves and a scarf. Back in the car at last I was still bubbling with excitement as we drove home. Helga commented wryly that she had 'created a monster' while I talked about plans for changing into my newest finery and going out for dinner and a show. My pleasure in dressing to go out again was undiminished by the fact that this time I started as a woman, albeit pseudo, and simply exchanged one attractive outfit for another which to my eyes was even more stunning. An hour later, wearing my totally coordinated new costume, I led the way into the most expensive dinner restaurant in town. My only regret was that we lacked male escorts and so could not participate in the dancing which followed dessert. Instead we went to the movies where, under cover of darkness, Helga kept me in a constant state of excitement with her hand running up and down between my thighs. After the show she drove us directly home where I experienced once more the thrill of being so overcome by passion that I could only moan in ecstasy while Helga took the active role and brought us to our mutual climax with herself atop my silken clad body. Sunday brought more of the same. I wakened to Helga's caresses. Later we shared breakfast preparations while still clad in negligees and slippers. Dressing was a long slow process during which, with Helga's assistance, I experimented with various combinations of clothing and practised carefully the techniques of applying cosmetics. During our afternoon at the ball game I found it difficult to concentrate on the play. My thoughts kept coming back to my appearance and the impression I seemed to be making on the male fans in between spurts of action on the field. One man in particular made a determined effort to engage me in conversation, but his offer after the game to take us to a nearby restaurant for drinks was firmly rejected by Helga. Instead she drove the two of us several miles out along the highway before stopping at a roadside restaurant for dinner. As we spent the evening together at home watching TV she kept me constantly aware of her presence by stroking my knee or by leaning over to kiss me during each commercial. By news time she took me by the hand and led us to the bedroom. We shared a passionate embrace before she began to remove my clothes. When I was standing without my blouse, skirt, and slip she slid a blue satin nightdress over my head and sat me on the edge of the bed. She bent down to remove my shoes and reached up under my skirt to roll off my girdle and pantyhose. She kissed the throbbing erection which sprang into being the instant the confining garments were removed and laid me back on the bed. I lay there immobile, savouring the intense feeling of arousal and watching as she quickly removed her clothes. Naked, she climbed into bed and resumed caressing me with her hands and lips. "I want you so much, Helga," I whispered just before she lifted my skirt over my erection and lowered herself onto me. I was faintly conscious of the odd sensation of her full breasts clasped against my false ones as our excitement peaked. ..... It was a rush getting ready for work Monday morning, but with Helga's help I managed. The remains of my makeup had to be scrubbed off and it took time to remove the polish from my fingers and toenails. It took setting lotion to persuade my hair to resume its normal masculine style. We resumed our regular routine for the balance of the week even to my leadership in the love department, but we both agreed that Helga's sister-in-law would reappear for the weekend. CHAPTER 6 Over the next several weeks Helga's 'sister-in-law' became a regular visitor to our home on weekends. 'Her' visits continued to thrill both of us and I developed more and more confidence in my ability to impersonate a young woman. Helga did not find it difficult to persuade me that on our annual vacation trip she should be accompanied by 'Lynne' rather than by Lyn. What fun it was choosing a wardrobe and packing for the trip. We spent three Saturdays shopping, trying on summer dresses, buying sandals, and most difficult of all, finding a bathing suit for 'Lynne'. Of course I was not sufficiently endowed in the right places to wear a bikini but we chose a one-piece yellow and black satin latex which did wonders for the imagination. According to plan we left home at noon on the first day. We had allowed the morning for both of us to receive a permanent wave and for me to have my ears pierced. Then, sunglasses in place, I carefully straightened my skirt under me in the passenger seat while my companion took charge of the driving. By nightfall we had arrived in the city two hundred miles away where we were to spend the day while Helga made a business call. In the morning I would have preferred to lie in bed until late, luxuriating in my satin nightdress, savouring fond memories of yesterday's excitement, and perhaps inspiring Helga to renew the passionate lovemaking which had been so totally satisfying before sleep overcame us. But it was not to be. Lyn might have been able to persuade his wife to remain in bed just long enough for a quick release, but 'Lynne' coveted that slowly rising excitement which Helga could orchestrate so well. Reluctantly I rose early to dress for the day. Shower caps in place, we washed each others' backs. Shaving time was extended to provide for my underarms, and I took time out to bathe my freshly pierced ears with rubbing alcohol. Because of Helga's appointment we dressed as business girls, she in her smart navy blue skirt and blazer and I in my maroon velvet outfit. She had to keep hurrying me as I dawdled over donning my pretty pieces of matching lingerie. Finally after a last check of our carefully made up faces and gleaming fingernails, we paused at the coffee shop for toast and coffee before setting out for a downtown office building. I was left to amuse myself in a department store with instructions to meet Helga at the conclusion of her meeting. As arranged I stepped off the elevator at eleven thirty, found the correct office, and inquired of the receptionist if Mrs. Morissey would soon be ready. "You must be Miss Morissey," was the reply. "If you will just take a seat I am sure her interview with Mr. Mason will be over shortly." A few moments later the receptionist answered a buzzer and much to my surprise I was ushered into an inner office where Helga introduced me to a tall attractive man of about forty neatly dressed in a business suit. "I've invited your sister-in-law to lunch, Miss Morissey, and I'd like to extend the invitation to include you, since you came to the city together." When I protested that I could surely look after myself if they wanted to discuss their business in private he assured me that the business was concluded and that we would both be doing him a favour by accepting his invitation. We were just walking out the office door when Mr. Mason was called back for an urgent phone call. Within a couple of minutes he had rejoined us and together we boarded the elevator for the roof garden restaurant. He ordered a table for four, explaining that the urgent call had been from his daughter. "She sounded rather upset, so I invited her to join us. Her wedding is tomorrow and there is some snag in the arrangements," he added. Louise, the daughter, proved to be a very attractive young woman. She was seeking her father's counsel about a sudden hitch in her wedding plans. One of her bridesmaids had just been taken to the hospital for an emergency appendectomy. "What should I do, Father?" she asked. "Do I postpone the wedding, or what?" "That won't work. All the plans are made. Can't you just go ahead without her? Or find someone else to fill in? Your cousin Marjorie for example." "But she would have to be the right size to fit the dress. Marjorie is too tiny. I need someone the size of ---- , " she looked across the table at Helga and me, "Miss Morrisey for example." "Would you consider filling in as a bridesmaid, Miss Morissey?" asked the father with a smile. "Well I ----," I began, "Helga and I are just here for the day." Helga interrupted, "We are on holidays, but if you are not joking, and if you really want Lynne to fill in we can easily stay over for a day or so." "Oh, I'd really be grateful if you would. The wedding is tomorrow afternoon so you would only be delayed for a day." I felt Helga's foot kicking me under the table. "Well, if that's what you really want, I'll do my best to fill in." "That's settled then, Louise," put in Mr. Mason, "you will have to take these ladies out to the house after lunch and get them settled in. Remember that the rehearsal is at seven o'clock." "Oh, and we will have to have the dress fitted this afternoon, too. We should do that first." "I'll leave that in your hands then." He turned to Helga and me. "Well, our lunch hasn't been quite as I anticipated but I am pleased that you will be staying with us for a while longer. I'll leave you in Louise's care and see you at suppertime." Louise conducted us to her car and we called first at her dressmaker. Here a peach silk full length gown was brought from the rack where it had been waiting for a final fitting to the hospitalized bridesmaid. Off came my skirt and blouse and the gown was slipped over my head and Zipped up the back. I turned to examine myself in the mirror, pleased with the image reflected back at me, then was required to stand still while the dressmaker inserted some pins to mark the final adjustments. "You can take it off now. It will take an hour to complete our work and then you can come back to collect it." We filled the time by shopping for shoes, elbow length gloves, and a full length slip complemented with colour matched panties and bra. At Louise's insistence I also agreed to a garter belt and stockings in place of pantyhose. Back at the dressmaker's everyone agreed that the slight adjustments had made the gown a perfect fit so we set out in Louise's car to pick up our baggage from the motel. Helga followed as we drove to the Mason home located on a large estate outside the city. Here the butler and a manservant followed with our parcels and suitcases while the uniformed housekeeper showed us to our assigned rooms. Louise rushed off to make some phone calls after reminding us to come to the dining room by five-thirty for an early supper. CHAPTER 7 I found myself alone in a large room with a maid awaiting my instructions for the unpacking of my suitcase. I sat back in a soft chair and kicked off my shoes while she hung my dresses in the closet and folded my lingerie into a dresser drawer. "If you want help in dressing for dinner you can ring for me, Ma'am," she said as she was about to depart. Left to myself I stood up to explore my luxurious surroundings. The room was at least as large as any two rooms in our house besides having its own full bathroom. In spite of several soft chairs, a desk, dressing table, chest of drawers, and a bookcase, in addition to the huge bed, the room was in no way crowded. My nyloned feet sank into a soft rug as I walked to the French window to look out over a balcony facing the garden. My exploration was interrupted by a ringing phone. "Are you decent? It's Louise. May I come and talk with you?" A few minutes later the door opened after a soft tap and Louise walked across the room to where I still stood. She reached out her hands and hugged me to her. "I really can't tell you how much this means to me to have you fill in as a bridesmaid," she began. "The pleasure is all mine," I replied, "I have never even been inside such a luxurious home before." "It is such a huge old estate, isn't it? Daddy will be very lonely here by himself after I am gone." "What about your mother?" I asked. "She died three years ago. I keep expecting Daddy to find another wife, but he hasn't met anyone he likes that much so far." Seated beside me on the bed she continued to chat on about her impending wedding, her fianc?, and their plans. Suddenly she looked at her watch and jumped up. "I must run and get ready for dinner. See you in fifteen minutes!" She leaned over to kiss me on the cheek again before dashing from the room. I hurried into the bathroom to shave and was just restoring my makeup when Helga arrived, already dressed for dinner. With her help I was quickly outfitted in my cocktail dress and we started down the stairs to find the dining room. Our 'informal' dinner as Mr. Mason described it was served by two maids under the watchful eye of the butler. My unspoken question was answered by the host when he commented that it was not usual to have so much staff on hand, but that preparations were in progress for a reception after the wedding rehearsal. I smiled to myself at my mental picture of Louise's father being served so formally when he would be alone in the house after the wedding. I felt considerable relief that conversation kept reverting to Louise's plans in spite of several efforts by her father to draw me out about my background. Helga cooperated in diverting discussion away from me. My nervousness increased when it developed that Helga was to remain at the house while Mr. Mason drove Louise and me to the church for the practice. There I met Robert, her fianc?, and the other members of the wedding party, Bernice the maid of honour, Irene the other bridesmaid, and the male attendants Harold, Fred, and Donald. It seemed endless while we were practising the slow march down the aisle with me in the lead, but within the hour we were heading back to the Mason home. Louise rode with her fianc? and I, having refused an invitation to ride with Fred, shared the front seat of Mr. Mason's car with him. "Do you ride?" he asked as we drove along. "Do you mean on horseback?" I queried. "Why yes. We have a splendid stable and I would be very happy to have you for a companion in the morning." "I'm sorry, but I never have." "Perhaps you would like me to give you a lesson in the morning?" "Thank you. That is most generous of you, but I refuse to impose." "Well remember, if you change your mind I'll be available." Back at the house a reception was hosted by Mr. Mason for the wedding party and the groom's parents. With Helga again at my side it was easier to make small talk with the guests and in fact I found it quite exciting to share the attentions of the young men who seemed to be constantly at our side. The guests departed about ten and after refusing an invitation from Fred to go for a drive with him in his car I turned to follow Helga up the stairs. Robert and Louise had stepped out on the porch to say their good nights. "My offer is still open," volunteered Mr. Mason, "if you decide you would like some exercise in the morning." "Thank you again, but I really must decline," I repeated, giving him what I hoped was my best smile. In Helga's room I received a quick kiss followed by instructions to go at once to my own room. "Why can't I stay here and sleep with you?" I asked. "Because the servants would talk. Now get going!" In my own bedroom I found a nightlight glowing. On the bed which was neatly folded down, my nightgown and robe were carefully laid out with slippers at the side. I changed quickly, stepped into the bathroom to remove my makeup, and slipped into bed. Sensuously aware of the feel of my satin gown, I waited in vain for Helga to heed my plea to at least slip into my room for a short visit. Later I was to learn that she found me sleeping and decided not to waken me. Next day I wakened early. After a shower and shave I dressed quickly (for me that is) in my maroon velvet outfit (slacks instead of skirt) and was making up my face when the maid slipped into the room. "Pardon me, Ma'am. I thought you would still be in bed. I wondered if you were ready for morning coffee." "That's all right, Celeste. I thought I would go downstairs for breakfast, if you would tell me where it is served." Following her directions I proceeded downstairs, slightly nervous about not having had my makeup inspected by Helga. In short order I was sitting at the breakfast table facing a plate of scrambled eggs. "Well, you're an early riser. Maybe I can still persuade you to come riding." I turned to face Mr. Mason as he entered the room. He was clad in his riding clothes. "Oh, you surprised me. I am just getting ready to go for a walk," I responded, suddenly aware that my spike-heeled and open-toed shoes had not been the best choice. "I'm going to insist that you come with me. Hold on while I find you some suitable clothes." He was back shortly carrying jodhpurs, jacket, boots and cap. "Here. Put these on. They should not be a bad fit. My wife was just about your size. The boots may be a problem though. She always complained that she had big feet." Still protesting I accepted the bundle and returned to my room to change. The jodhpurs fitted me reasonably well, a bit tight at the waist and quite roomy in the seat. The boots, to my surprise, were a good fit and the jacket looked quite smart in the mirror, though I realized it was narrow in the shoulders when I raised my hands to secure the hat on my head with bobby pins. Downstairs again after my quick change I received Mr. Mason's compliments about my appearance, and he led the way to the stables. After consultation with the groom he selected my horse and I received my first lesson in riding. The experience was most enjoyable once I got over my initial nervousness. It was flattering to be told that I was a quick learner after I had been helped onto the horse and made my first slow circuit of the fenced area. Then for an hour I guided my horse alongside of that of Mr. Mason while we completed a leisurely tour of the estate. As my confidence built up I was able to concentrate more on our conversation and I learned something of the Mason family history. I tried to be suitably vague when replying to questions about my personal background. By the time we had returned to the house I was feeling quite exhilarated. Not only had I enjoyed my success on the horse, but also I had enjoyed being the centre of Mr. Mason's attention. At his suggestion we had advanced to a first name basis and I thanked Paul for his kindness to me as we reached the house. "It's really a pleasure for me to see you enjoy yourself, Lynne!" he replied. "You can repay me this evening by saving several dances for me." CHAPTER 8 Oh how I enjoyed preparing for the wedding ceremony! Louise's hairdresser arrived at eleven especially to wash and set my hair and Helga's. She joined us for lunch so that Louise could be attended to in the early afternoon. My preparations differed from those of the other bridesmaids in two important ways. First, I wore a very confining bikini style panty to serve as a cache-sex. It was totally invisible under my delicate peach coloured panty and bra set. Next, wearing slippers and a light robe, I stood at the bathroom mirror for my second close shave of the day. In addition I ran the razor over my legs and underarms. Back in the bedroom I donned my garter belt, tucking the straps in so the garters protruded past the lace edges of my panties. The maid answered my ring and began her duties by trimming and colouring first my toenails and then my fingernails. When the polish had dried she rolled a sheer stocking up each leg and fastened the garters. The hairdresser arrived in my room to supervise the completion of my facial makeup before rushing back to complete her duties with Louise. My high heeled pumps were slipped onto my feet and I stood proudly with raised arms so the peach satin full length slip could be lowered over my head and down over my body. It felt delicious and I was aware of the strain inside my cache-sex as I gazed in the mirror at my silk clad figure. The strain was even greater as the beautiful bridesmaid's gown was zipped up my back. Its high neck and cap sleeves were if anything more alluring even than my bare shoulders above the slip. Close fitting to the waist, the dress's tiered skirt draped seductively over my hips. I could not resist swirling around on my high heels before the mirror. Now a delicate gold necklace went around my neck and the tiny earrings were fastened through my lobes. The maid held each elbow length silk glove as my hands slipped into them. After posturing once more before the mirror it was time to join the rest of the wedding party. Holding my skirts with both hands I carefully descended the staircase and entered the room where the other bridesmaids were already assembled. "You look lovely, my dear," they said in turn as I received from each a peck on the cheek. "I'm in beautiful company," I responded as we admired each other and made a last minute check for stray hairs etc. Just then Louise entered in her bridal finery and the ritual was repeated as we each complimented her on her beautiful gown. Mr. Mason and Helga now entered the room and, after adding his compliments about our appearance, he led us out to enter the cars. Helga and I rode in one, the other two bridesmaids in another, and Louise with her father in the third. "You look particularly lovely, Lynne," said Mr. Mason as he was closing the car door behind us. "Why thank you, Paul," I replied, shocking Helga with my use of his first name. Having stayed in bed until mid-morning she was not aware of my early horseback ride. At the church, Helga was conducted to her seat while we bridesmaids assembled in the vestibule to receive our bouquets and wait for the wedding march to begin. Then with all eyes upon me I entered the church to lead the slow procession down the aisle. Head carried high, hands holding my bouquet at the waist, and very conscious of the swirl of silk about my legs I moved with slow steps. Flashbulbs popped as each bridesmaid in turn and finally the bride herself on her father's arm became the centre of attention. As the ceremony proceeded I thought how much more exciting it was to be the centre of attention as a bride or bridesmaid than just to be a groom or his attendant. My daydreams while the vows were being said were interrupted when the groom was instructed to kiss the bride. Donald held my arm as we followed the bride and groom into the vestry for the signing of the register. He held my arm again as we rushed down the aisle to exit on the steps of the church in a shower of confetti. More confetti fell and myriads of snapshots followed before we were installed in cars for a motorcade to the professional photographer's shop. Back at the entrance to the reception hall we were lined up along with Mr. Mason and the groom's parents as a receiving line. As I stood at my place in the line each guest was introduced to me by Donald. I shook their hands and thanked them for compliments about my beauty. From each woman and from the more daring of the men I received a kiss or a hug before introducing them in turn to Fred on my other side. I revelled in my share of the attention and particularly enjoyed having Helga whisper in my ear that she was jealous. During dinner I sat at the head table beside Donald who was careful to see that I was well looked after. The speeches included a tribute to each bridesmaid in turn and he performed nobly when called upon to compliment me. I blushed as he finished by having me stand to receive a kiss which he delivered with passion while holding me tightly in his arms. Loud applause followed as he held the chair for me to resume my seat. While the remains of the dinner were being cleared from the tables Helga and I were able to slip out to a small powder room, ostensibly just to freshen up, but in my case also to use the razor which Helga had carried in her purse. Since the party could be expected to last past midnight we did not dare take a chance on my being betrayed by five o'clock shadow. With my appearance restored we returned to the reception room where preparations were being made for a dance. Helga and Mr. Mason sat at the same table as the members of the wedding party. When the music started, Robert and Louise were first required to dance alone in front of the guests before everyone joined in. I was surprised to have Paul take my hand and claim my first dance before Donald could react. I started off nervously, but soon found myself enjoying the experience as he swirled me round the dance floor. Donald invited me for the second dance while Paul danced with the bride. I was seldom left to sit out a number during the evening, as each man of the wedding party claimed me in turn, and a number of the other male guests sought me as a partner. I certainly experienced a variety of dancing styles. Perhaps the most memorable dance was with the groom, who declared to me that, if he had met me before Louise, he might have made a different choice of bride. I replied by calling him a flatterer and threatening to reveal him to Louise. Paul however was my most constant companion. Whenever no one else was squiring me to the floor he appeared as if by magic to take my hand again. Before leaving the room to change into her going-away outfit, Louise took time to whisper in my ear. "I think my father is very taken with you, Lynne!" Then she added, "And I approve." She hurried away before I could think of a reply. A half hour later all the single girls were lined up for the traditional throwing of the bride's bouquet. Imagine my surprise when it flew over Louise's shoulder and came directly to me. I smiled mysteriously when asked who the lucky fellow would be when (as per superstition) I should I should become the next bride. At midnight, after the lunch had been served, Helga and I felt ready to leave, but having left her car at the house we had no transportation. Paul overheard us discussing this problem and volunteered to drive us. About twelve-thirty we were dropped back at the house, but as Helga started up the path he grasped my hand gently and asked if I would care to go riding again in the morning. He extracted a promise from me to meet him at seven in the breakfast room. As I hurried after Helga he returned to the party to continue his duties as host. In the vestibule I received a long and tender embrace from my waiting wife. At last we separated, for fear of being seen by the servants, and she followed me into the house, promising to come to my room as soon as she had changed into nightgown and robe. Back in my room I set the alarm before sitting at the dressing table to stare at my reflection in the mirror. By the time that Helga slipped through the door I had progressed only to the extent of removing one earring. "Oh, Helga!" I murmured as I felt her arms slip around me from behind, "I want you so badly. Please make my day complete." I continued to stare at our images in the glass as my beautiful wife first removed my other earring and necklace, then gradually, between kisses and caresses, undressed me down to bra and bikini before slipping a long satin nightdress over my head and laying me on my back in the bed. She lay beside me to engage in more deep kisses while continuing to caress me through the silken gown. It seemed forever before she reached down to free me from the restriction of the tight bikini. When at last she raised my skirt and straddled me we seemed to explode in the wildest passion we had ever experienced. I lay there exhausted as she finally raised herself, pulled my gown back over my knees, and tucked the covers around me. After a final light kiss on my lips she donned her robe and slippers and stole silently out of the room. CHAPTER 9 At six-thirty it was a terrible struggle to get out of bed, but I quickly showered, shaved, donned the riding outfit, added a touch of makeup, and rushed to breakfast. Paul greeted me with the comment that I looked very fresh this fine morning. I confessed that I had slept very well after the excitement of the previous day and wondered in turn how he could be ready to go so early after seeing the last stragglers off from the party. At the stable a gentle horse was saddled for me and with greater confidence I guided her as we rode about the estate. On our return he complimented me again on how quickly I had learned to ride. "I've really enjoyed your company these past two mornings," he added. "You're more than kind to teach a novice like me," I replied. "Do you think we might get other chances to ride together if your sister-in-law agrees to work for me here in Garden City?" he asked. "I doubt it. I do have my job in Centreville. Besides I doubt if Helga will leave Centreville." "Perhaps you are right. I've offered her a job managing my largest store here, but she hasn't given me an answer yet. Perhaps you would put in a good word for me and persuade her accept the position. Then I could at least see you when you come to visit her." "I doubt if she'd take my advice," I answered, not realizing how prophetic my reply would soon prove to be. Back in my room again I took my time at changing into a bright summer dress for the continuation of our holiday and began to lay out my clothes on the bed to pack. I was interrupted by the maid, who took over the job when she realized what I was doing. Thus relieved of my task I went to seek out Helga, whom I found in her room still in bed. At my urging she rose and after her quick shower I spent a pleasant few moments watching my beautiful wife as she dressed. We called for the maid to finish the packing while she went for breakfast. By eleven A.M. we had said our good-byes and were back in the car ready to continue our vacation. The rest of our holiday could only be an anticlimax after the excitement of participating in the wedding. We continued on our way, visited tourist attractions, stopped in motels, shopped, picnicked, went swimming at the beach, flirted mildly with strange men, and of course spe