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GIRL SCOUT By Annie James INTRODUCTION Adam stood patiently beside his father-in-law at the front of the church. He did not look around at the bridal party slowly proceeding along the aisle. He was pleased that Doreen's father would once more have a spouse to share his life. "It must have been lonely for him for the past twenty years as a single parent raising a daughter," he thought. "He was a damn good parent too, if the devotion that Doreen has for him is any criterion." Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of his wife in her long peach taffeta gown as she slowly advanced toward the front of the church. Doreen's mind was on the sensation that would be created when she announced to her father and the new bride that she was pregnant. "I'll tell Adam tonight," she thought, "but I'll wait to tell Danni and Max when they come back from their honeymoon. I wonder how Danni will feel about becoming a grandmother so soon after the wedding?" As she reached the front of the church, Max, who had turned to face the bridal party, winked at her before turning further to stare at the bride with open- eyed admiration. The bridegroom's thoughts were firmly fixed on what would come after the festivities were ended. Max's knees felt weak from thinking about the pleasure that an erect penis slipping into its place in a well- lubricated pussy would bring. As a means of controlling errant thoughts, Max reflected on that other wedding, twenty-one years earlier. Back then Max had been so preoccupied with the details of the ceremony and the reception that there was no time left to think about the aftermath, when bride and groom first shared each other's body with full societal approval. Max smiled at the advancing satin-clad bride and received a shy trusting smile in return. "Yes," vowed Max silently, "I am one groom who will really strive to make the wedding night so happy for my virgin bride that this day will always remain the greatest highlight of Danni's life." Entering the church Danni tried to control a mounting excitement by mentally reviewing each step of the day's preparations leading up to this triumphant procession down the centre aisle. What a thrill it had been to rise from bed knowing that the big day had finally arrived! There had been the luxury of breakfasting while still dressed in nightgown and negligee. Doreen had arrived early and taken over responsibility for clearing the breakfast dishes while Danni concentrated on laying out all the bride's regalia on the bed in preparation for dressing. A leisurely bubble bath had followed, after which, again clad in gown and negligee, Danni had sat while Doreen applied nail polish to toes and fingers. The hairdresser had arrived at eleven to set both Danni's and Doreen's hair. After a light lunch prepared by Doreen, the real fun of the day began, - ---- dressing for the wedding. A thorough shaving of arms and legs and a second quick dip in the tub were followed by a brisk towelling and a dusting with bath powder. The naked Danni stood before a full length mirror to don silky bikini panties and to fit those luscious breasts into the cups of a satin and lace bra. Danni was still adjusting to the experience of being so amply endowed. Thoughts of Max, unclasping the bra and fondling the breasts, made Danni's nipples tingle. Danni regretted that the light, though effective, pantie-girdle hid the bikini panties. Nevertheless it was an additional pleasure to draw a sheer nylon stocking up each leg and clip it in place. Slender fingers smoothed each, and checked that the clocks were correctly positioned. Danni stepped into the bedroom on high-heeled satin pumps to seek Doreen's help in placing the full-length slip over the head without damaging the hairdo. How sleek the silky garment felt as it slithered down into place, exciting the patches of smooth skin not already covered by bra, girdle, or nylons! The bride-to-be sat for a long while at the dressing table, while Doreen applied cosmetics to Danni's face. Doreen slipped on her own dress, and Danni closed the back zipper for her, before the final grand moment arrived. The gorgeous white satin bridal gown was pulled up over Danni's hips, arms slid into the narrow satin sleeves, and the bodice moulded itself beautifully around Danni's shapely bosom as the back zipper was drawn up. The final touch was a single strand of pearls to match the pair of pendant pearl drop earrings. When the last stroke of lip gloss had been added, Doreen could not help remarking that she had never seen a more beautiful or more radiant bride. Now as the bride slowly approached the front of the church, ever so conscious of the feel of silk sliding over nylon hose, Danni smiled shyly at Max and resolved that thinking back further in time, over the events which had led up to this momentous day, might be the best way of controlling a mounting excitement. CHAPTER 1 Daniel J. Millard, as he signed his name, was a bachelor in his mid- thirties. Too shy to make many friends, he lived quietly in his own apartment. His one major interest, outside of his work as a computer programmer, was the leadership of a Boy Scout troop. When not at work or occupied with his duties as scoutmaster, he could usually be found at home, reading, or watching television. This quiet life would probably have continued had not a young woman of about twenty moved into the apartment next door. Dan first encountered Doreen as she struggled by herself to bring a large carton up the stairs while she was moving in. Naturally, he volunteered his help, and finished by making several trips down to her car, until all the items which had not been entrusted to the movers, had been brought up. "Thank you so much," she offered, when he had completed the last trip. Dan put his last parcel down and thrust out his hand. "I'm Dan Millard. I live in the apartment next door. I guess we're going to be neighbours." "I'm pleased to meet you, Dan. I'm Doreen MacGregor. That's Mrs. Doreen MacGregor, but right now my husband is away on a construction job in Alaska. That's why he is not here to help. By the way, can you tell me where to find the nearest fast food place? I don't think I could find the ingredients for making supper in all this mess." Dan, disappointed at learning the marital status of his new neighbour, was surprised when she accepted his hastily proffered invitation to share dinner in his apartment, and breathed a sigh of relief, that he had tidied the kitchen before leaving that morning. As it turned out, Doreen did most of the supper preparation, and insisted on seeing that all the dishes were done up before leaving. During the course of supper conversation, he learned that Doreen was leader of a Girl Scout troop. It also developed that Doreen's father had lived, until the age of thirteen, in Dan's home town. Dan remembered a family of the same name, but could not remember a boy named Max. Dan thoroughly enjoyed talking with Doreen, and was most pleased to accept a return supper invitation for later in the week. She promised to make it a full scale dinner with all the courses. Four days afterward, Dan was welcomed into his neighbour's apartment for a meal which was everything she had promised. Doreen greeted him at the door, and conducted him to the living room, where he was installed with the newspaper and a glass of wine. While she chattered cheerfully from the kitchen, he perused the paper and sipped his drink. When Doreen re- entered the living room to refill his wineglass, his normal shyness was beginning to evaporate, and he followed her back to the kitchen to offer his help with the meal preparation. His offer was cheerfully accepted, and he was set to work mixing the salad ingredients. Everything was just about ready, and Doreen was just about to remove the roast from the oven, when the telephone rang. "I can't answer that now," called Doreen, "Be a dear and answer it for me, Dan, please." He was about to do so when a sudden thought made him hesitate. "What if it's your husband?" he ventured. "Don't worry about it. Tell whoever it is that you are my mother," joked Doreen. Dan had consumed just enough wine that he was willing to participate in this foolishness. He found himself raising the pitch of his voice and saying into the phone, "Hello. This is Doreen MacGregor's residence. May I help you?" "Is that you, Doreen?" came the voice of a male caller. Dan extemporized, still using that high-pitched voice, "This is her mother speaking. Doreen has gone out for the evening. Do you wish to leave a message?" "Just tell her that her father will expect a call later in the evening when she comes in. Thank you," and the telephone clicked in Dan's ear. Doreen laughed uproariously when the message was delivered to her. Tears were running down her cheeks as she commented, "Oh, Danny. Where did you learn to imitate a woman's voice so well?" "It's not difficult," he answered, once more using that higher pitch, "I've always been able to do it." "I bet you couldn't do it all evening," challenged Doreen. To her surprise he accepted the dare, and successfully maintained the voice until he departed, after they had watched the television news at eleven P.M. In the meantime he had enjoyed a hearty meal before helping with the dishes, and both had become so engrossed in their conversation that they had scarcely noticed the passing of time. It was less than a week later, that Dan accepted a request from Doreen that he attend a meeting of her Girl Scout troop, to act as a visiting tester for several girls who were seeking special badges. Dressed in his scout uniform, he joined Doreen for a quick supper in her apartment, before they set out in her car for the meeting. Perhaps the wine he had consumed along with his supper, had some bearing on Dan's agreement to the bizarre proposal which she put to him as they drove toward the meeting. It took a brief stop at the side of the road to complete the necessary arrangements, and a dose of severe self-control on the part of both, to suppress the case of giggles, which almost disrupted her plot before it could begin. Using his higher-pitched voice, his scout hat replaced with a girl scout beret, and with a touch of colour on his lips, but with no other effort at disguise, Dan was introduced as 'Miss Millard'. The girls accepted him as simply a rather masculine appearing woman and the impersonation was a complete success. He conducted the necessary tests and several of the girls were recommended for the badges they were seeking. After the meeting, as Doreen and he returned home in her car, they laughed uproariously at Dan's success as an impersonator. CHAPTER 2 As the weeks went by, the friendship of the two neighbours continued to grow. No sexual intimacy developed between them, but they continued to visit back and forth, often dined together, and occasionally went together to a play or movie. In a manner of speaking, in spite of the difference in age and sex, they became best friends. Often when they were alone together, Dan would be persuaded to practise his feminine voice. This had become quite a private joke between them. About three months after their first meeting, Doreen proposed to Dan that he should accompany her to a Girl Scout jamboree. His initial willingness evaporated rapidly when he discovered that she expected him to once more disguise his sex for the three days he had agreed to stay. This impasse was broken one evening after supper in her apartment, when the wine had flowed a little too freely, and his resistance was worn down. Thus, it was with great trepidation, that Dan climbed into his friend's car one Saturday morning, for the all-day drive to the jamboree site. He would have thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure of a whole day in Doreen's company, had it not been for the nagging doubts which bothered him about the role he had agreed to play for the next three days. Nevertheless, the time went quickly, and he was not required to pretend anything until they neared the camp. Once again Doreen stopped the car, required him to don a girl scout beret, and applied a coating of lipstick. "Now," she instructed, "You sit in the car while I register us. Keep your topcoat done up, and if anyone comes to speak to you, remember to answer in the proper voice. And remember that your name is Danni, not just Dan." No one did speak to him, although the woman at the reception desk gave a wave of welcome as he sat waiting for Doreen to fill in the necessary papers. Five minutes later they had parked the car and carried their bags into a small two-bedroom cottage. Doreen insisted that one more preparation be made before Dan was permitted to slip into bed at ten o'clock after a long tiring day. He was allowed to sit reading the weekend paper, while she devoted herself to curling his hair. That night he was forced to sleep with the curlers still tightly wound against his scalp. "It's your own fault," pronounced Doreen, "You could have let me do this before we started out this morning." He slept soundly in spite of the curlers. Shortly after six, Dan was awakened by having his shoulder shaken. Doreen, wearing slippers and housecoat, stood beside his bed. "All right now! Off you go to shower and shave. We have a lot to do before breakfast. Don't forget to wear a shower cap." He reached for his terry cloth robe to pull over his cotton pyjamas, and stumbled into the bathroom. When he emerged fifteen minutes later, a now fully clad Doreen, led him back into the bathroom to remove his curlers and comb out his hair. He made no response to her remark as she finished. "There, doesn't that look nice? I think you should wear your hair like this all the time." He did react strongly however when he saw what she had laid out on the bed for him to wear. "Why should I wear a brassiere? I don't have breasts. I didn't wear one at your troop meeting." "That was different. The meeting was only short. The girls did not have time to notice how flat-chested you were. Hold out your arms while I fasten it in place." Reluctantly, he removed his robe and pyjama top. He said nothing as she clipped the bra in place, and inserted a pad in each cup. "Now here are your panties. You can turn your back while you pull them on." "I'm not going to wear those. I'll wear my own BVD's. They'll be more comfortable." He felt he had won a victory when she yielded to this demand, but as he turned back to face her he was handed a pantie-girdle, and ordered to put it on, to conceal any lump in his groin area. That done, he sat on the bed to pull on a pair of semi-transparent nylon kneehighs. His plea to wear his own navy blue socks was rejected. He complained further when he discovered that his slacks were to be stretch-knit pull-ons with an elastic waist and no fly or pockets, and again, when she insisted that a lacy nylon camisole be donned over the bra, before he could put on his uniform shirt. One final obstacle was encountered, when he discovered that she had replaced his scout uniform shirt with a similar one having the same badges, but cut in a woman's style and with buttons opening to the left. As a final touch, the shoes he was handed had wedge heels about an inch and a half high. "Now come into the bathroom so I can fix your face," ordered Doreen, when he was fully dressed. There, after colouring his fingernails, she again ignored his objections as she plucked and trimmed his eyebrows. When the application of cosmetics to his face had been completed, she pronounced herself certain that no one could possibly guess his real sex. As he stared at his image in the full length mirror, Dan had little doubt that she was right, even though he was feeling more and more apprehensive about the whole affair. His nervousness had not in any way abated as they made their way toward the dining hall for breakfast. He did remember to maintain the pitch of his voice, as those who shared their table introduced themselves, but he left most of the conversation to Doreen, though he smiled at the jokes, and answered pleasantly when directly addressed. Most of all, he was conscious of the glint of his fingernails as he buttered his toast or lifted his spoon to his mouth. The jutting mounds on his chest also caught his eye when he glanced down at his plate. Following breakfast the group moved to the headquarters building, where they were to be greeted by the camp commander and given their working assignments, in readiness for the arrival of the various girl scout troops later in the day. 'Danni' was greeted warmly by Mrs. Beatty, the camp leader, as he stepped forward to shake her hand. "So you're Danni, the computer wizard that Doreen speaks so highly of. I hope we will become better acquainted later today. Doreen made me promise to stop in at her cottage this evening." "I'm delighted to meet you, Ma'am," was all Dan had time to mumble before she moved on to speak to the next in line. When the formalities had been completed, Doreen and Dan left to find their assigned working places and to explore the camp. Dan gained greater confidence as they received friendly greetings from other woman leaders they met, and either introduced themselves, or Doreen introduced 'Danni', if she already knew the persons. Gradually he relaxed, as he coped repeatedly with the standard questions. "Where are you from?" "What is your job in the camp?" Etc. By noon he had loosened up enough to participate in the general discussions at the dinner table, and in the afternoon he no longer felt so self-conscious, as he took his turn at greeting an arriving busload and guiding them to their assigned camping area. Although his nervousness had more or less subsided by suppertime, he still felt relief that after dinner he and Doreen had been excused from further duties, and could look forward to a quiet evening in their quarters. They had no sooner entered their cottage however, when he was instructed by Doreen to quickly shave and freshen up. "We're having company for the evening," she announced. "You heard Mrs. Beatty say she is coming over, and besides her there will be a special guest whom I want you to meet. You get shaved now while I change to a dress," she added, as she closed the bathroom door behind her. Five minutes later, he was just putting away the razor, as a knock came at the bathroom door. He opened it at once to find Doreen standing there, dressed in a pretty summer frock. Over her arm she carried a folded garment which she hung on the back of the door when she had stepped into the small room. "Off with your shirt and slacks," she ordered without pausing. She took them from him and hung them on the second hook behind the door. "Stand steady while I redo your makeup and freshen your lipstick." Dan stared mutely at the reflection of himself, in pantie-girdle and camisole top, as Doreen worked. Then he was ordered to, "Slip into this housecoat. Put your arms into the sleeves and do up the front zipper." The full-skirted baby-blue satin gown fitted smoothly around his hips, waist, and bust as the zipper was drawn up. "That looks better on you than on me," commented Doreen, as she smoothed the collar and buttoned each wristband of the full-length sleeves. Dan continued to say nothing, as he was ordered into his bedroom, where he was told to remove his kneehighs and apply polish to each toenail. He had not completed this task when Doreen was called to the front door to admit the first guest. He was still waiting for the polish to dry, when the doorbell rang again, and he could deduce from the sound of the voice during the welcome, that this latter arrival was Mrs. Beatty. CHAPTER 3 Dan paused to regain his nerve, but then, stepping carefully in the open-toed satin slippers which Doreen had left him to wear, he shyly entered the living room to be introduced to the guests. Mrs. Beatty greeted him from her chair, but the other guest, a man, stood to be presented. "Danni, I want you to meet my father, Max Holden." announced Doreen. "Dad, this is my friend Danni." "Please, just call me Max," said Mr. Holden as they shook hands. "Here, come and sit on the chesterfield beside me," he added, taking Dan by the elbow and leading him across the room. He was about to sit next to the satin-clad imposter, when Doreen interrupted to call upon him to set up the folding card table and chairs. In a few moments, all four were seated at the bridge table as the cards were dealt. Dan sat stiffly in his chair while they played, very conscious of the need to maintain the feminine pitch of his voice, even though he had successfully done so all day. He concentrated hard, to keep his attention on the card game, and on the conversation. It took effort, not to be distracted when the sleek feel of satin caressed his legs as he crossed or uncrossed them, when his eyes were caught by the flash of his coloured fingernails as he played his cards, or by the sight of satin-covered breasts as he looked down to sort his hand. He was somewhat unnerved also by the attention which Mr. Holden seemed to pay to his every remark. During the course of the evening, Mrs. Beatty mentioned that she was pleased with the operation of the camp on its first day, but that she was having trouble finding enough staff to keep the dining room operating for the whole week. "We had barely enough helpers in the first place, and the chief cook tells me that another one has to leave after tomorrow." She turned to look at Dan. "There wouldn't be any possibility that you could stay on after your classes finish Tuesday, would there, Danni?" "I'd be happy to help out, but I would need permission to be away from my work longer," he responded, thinking that would end the matter. Mrs. Beatty however, suddenly hopeful of solving her problem, picked up on this reply. "Do you think your boss might let you stay if I called him to explain the situation?" she asked. Horrified by this suggestion, Dan immediately volunteered to phone himself, first thing in the morning, seeking permission to remain for the balance of the week. "Don't hesitate to call on me if you need help in twisting your boss's arm," added Mrs. Beatty, before turning her attention back to the game. The guests departed about ten-thirty P.M. after the final rubber. Mrs. Beatty's final words were, "I do hope you will stay on and help out, Danni. You would really be doing a great service to the whole camp." "I'll let you know by noon tomorrow," answered Dan. Doreen's father remained to say a few words to his daughter after Mrs. Beatty's departure. Before leaving, he turned to say good night to Dan. "It's been such a pleasure meeting you, Danni," he said, taking Dan's outstretched hand in both of his and squeezing gently. "I do hope to see much more of you." When the door had closed behind him, Doreen immediately added to Dan's confusion by saying, "Gosh, you sure made an impression on my father. I don't know when I've seen him so taken with anyone." "It's a good thing I'm going home Tuesday evening," answered Dan, "I should never have humoured you by carrying on this masquerade." "What are you going to tell Mrs. Beatty tomorrow?" "Why, that I am leaving, of course!" "You know that she will phone your boss if you say no, don't you?" "Do you really think she would?" he asked in a worried tone. "If I know her, you can count on it. Anyway you can decide what to do in the morning. Right now, you had better get your makeup off with cold cream, and then head for bed. I am sure it will be a relief for you to get out of your girdle." Ten minutes later, an exhausted Dan, wearing the hair net provided by Doreen, crawled into bed. His mood was rather jubilant that the masquerade had succeeded so well, but he was convinced of the wisdom of bringing it to an end on Tuesday. The nagging worry, that Mrs. Beatty might indeed insist on calling his boss, disturbed his thoughts as he laid his head on the pillow, but within a short time his steady breathing indicated that sleep had arrived. CHAPTER 4 Monday morning Dan rose with the alarm at six A.M., took his shower, shaved, and dressed. Twenty minutes later, Doreen had again applied cosmetics to his face, and combed out his hair. "There, you're ready for another day," she declared as she set down the can of hair spray. It was not until they were on their way to the dining hall for breakfast, that the subject of Mrs. Beatty's request was raised. Dan remained adamant that he would refuse to stay on after his planned departure on Tuesday. At eleven A.M. he had completed an hour of instruction with each of three groups of girls, in the tent to which he had been assigned. As the last girl straggled out to her next group assignment, Dan sat down to rest from his efforts. He thought back over the classes he had just conducted, how enthusiastically the girls had received his instructions in programming, and how odd it felt to be addressed as 'Miss Millard'. He particularly remembered the girl who had gushed, "Oh, Miss Millard, I'm so happy you came! I want to become a computer programmer just like you." Just as he was about to rise to search out a cup of coffee, Mrs. Beatty entered carrying two cups already prepared. "Good morning, Danni," she called out, "I'm sure you must be ready for a coffee by now. Would you like one or two lumps of sugar?" They had been sitting for only a moment when she brought up the subject of him remaining to help out for the balance of the week. "Why don't we go over to the office as soon as we finish our coffee and you can call your boss about staying on. Then, if he objects, I can put in a word about what a public service you are performing." "I'm sure that won't be necessary," answered Dan, suddenly terrified at the thought of his boss learning of his masquerade as a woman, "I can just claim some of my accumulated holiday time." "Oh good! Then you will stay on," enthused Mrs. Beatty. "Yes, I guess so," responded Dan, unable on the spur of the moment to come up with a plausible excuse for refusing. "That's wonderful! And I'm sure the girl who told me she was so impressed with you, will be pleased too. No doubt she will be after you, in your spare time, to give her more advanced instruction on computers." Dan carried on in his assumed role successfully for the balance of the day. After lunch, he accompanied Doreen back to the cottage to have his makeup freshened. Then it was back to the tent to meet three more groups of girls for computer instruction. 'Miss Millard' was becoming quite used to this novel role of lady instructor. Supper was followed by another renewal of 'Danni's' facial makeup, after Doreen had insisted that a fresh shave be taken to guard against five- o'clock shadow. Then they joined the whole of the camp for an outdoor singsong and bonfire. It was on the return to the cottage about nine- thirty P.M., that Dan finally told Doreen he had agreed to stay on. "Well, that's a surprise!" exclaimed Doreen, "I'm not sure you know what you're letting yourself in for, but I guess we will manage." "What do you mean?" asked Dan, but just then they both noticed someone sitting on the step of their cottage. "Why it's my father!" cried Doreen. "What does he want at this hour?" Mr. Holden quickly explained that he had come over to invite the two girls to a movie Tuesday evening. "We can't go Tuesday, but Wednesday would be fine," Doreen answered without consulting Dan. "We have too much to do on Tuesday night." "Then you have decided to stay longer as Mrs. Beatty requested," Mr. Holden said to Dan. "Yes, she was very persuasive. I guess it won't hurt me to help out." "Well, I am very glad to hear it. It will give me a chance to get to know you better. Till Wednesday night then," he added as he turned to leave. Dan found his duties on Tuesday less of a strain than he had experienced Sunday and Monday. Dressing, combing his hair, and making up his face went more quickly than before and required less help from Doreen. Without telling her, he substituted the lace-trimmed nylon panties for his BVD's. Walking over to the dining hall for breakfast, his step was springy on his wedge heels, and he no longer had to be reminded not to let his shoulders slouch, in his effort to make his false breasts less noticeable. Wearing a bra and falsies was beginning to seem quite natural. With the confidence he had gained in using his higher pitched voice, he felt quite comfortable being perceived as female, and fulfilling his assigned role. His complacency was shattered however, in the afternoon, when Mrs. Beatty stopped by, between classes, to advise him of his new assignment, and bearing a box containing the required costume. He could think of nothing to say, as the nylon uniform was held up against him to verify its fit. His mind remained in a turmoil for the balance of the afternoon, as he contemplated himself serving tables in the dining hall, while wearing a mini-skirted dress. How could he possibly appear in public, with legs bare above the knees? "What am I going to do?" he asked Doreen when he finally had an opportunity to confide in her, as they walked together back to the cottage after supper. She showed no sympathy. "Well, you did volunteer, you know. You'll just have to endure it." "But I didn't expect to wear a skirt." "That's why I refused my Dad's invitation to a movie this evening. We will have to get you ready for tomorrow." Doreen lost no time in getting down to business when they re-entered the cottage. As soon as the door closed behind them, Dan was ordered into the bathroom. "Take off your slacks, and shoes and stockings," he was told. Moments later he was ordered to stand on the toilet seat while she proceeded to shave his legs. "You certainly have attractive gams," she commented as she worked. "I notice your BVD's in the laundry pile. Does that mean you decided to wear the panties I brought?" "The BVD's were becoming dirty," he explained, rather unconvincingly. "It doesn't matter. I'm glad you changed. There, that seems to do it. Now, off with your shirt and camisole and you can sit down again." Wearing only panties under his pantiegirdle, and along with his padded bra, he said nothing, as he sat and raised each arm in turn to have his underarm shaved. He hastened to refasten his bra after she had also shaved the few hairs growing on his chest. He felt rather naked during the short time he was without it. "Now let's go into my bedroom so I can teach you how to put on pantyhose," she said, as she put the razor back on its shelf. Moments later, he found himself seated on the edge of her bed, following directions to work his thumbs into the toe of each foot, before drawing the hose up each clean-shaven leg. As he stood up to draw them around his waist, he was told to take them off and start over. "You'll be more comfortable if you wear your girdle over your pantyhose," advised Doreen. "Don't your legs feel smooth now?" she asked when he had complied. "You're right," he confirmed, as he ran his hands down each leg in turn from thigh to calf, before walking over to examine himself in the full length mirror. As he turned back toward Doreen again, she handed him a full length nylon slip. "Here, put this on over your head, so I can see how it fits. It's lucky that I packed one dress. I hadn't counted on having to find underclothes for you, to go with a skirt." After the dainty garment had slithered down over his body, he again stood before the mirror while she adjusted the shoulder straps. "Don't you think the lace trim around the bodice is attractive? I like the deep lace hem as well, don't you?" "It's very nice," admitted Dan in a small voice. "It's too bad we have to cover it up with your uniform, but I'm sure you will remember how pretty it is. Now let's see how well that uniform fits." The lemon yellow waitress costume with its narrow skirt, short sleeves, and high neckline, came to just above his knees. As Doreen drew up the back zipper, the dress closed smoothly around his waist, and had just enough fullness in the upper body to emphasize the twin mounds on his chest. "Well, you certainly look the part anyway," she commented, as she tied the white nylon apron in place around his waist. "Waitresses usually wear laced oxfords with cuban heels, but I guess you can make do with those wedgies you have been wearing. ---- Oh, and we had better trade watches. Your man's watch looks too bulky on your bare arm." After a short lesson on smoothing his skirt under his bottom when sitting down, and keeping his knees together while seated, Dan donned the cardigan sweater which he was handed, and the two went for a quiet stroll around the camp. Along the way, they met several fellow leaders, each of whom expressed pleasure that 'Danni' would be staying on for the balance of the week. No comment was made about the mini-skirted legs of which he was so conscious, particularly as the cool night air seemed to swirl about his nyloned knees. By ten o'clock they were back in the cottage preparing for bed. The alarm was set for five-thirty so that 'Danni' could report for duty in the dining hall before the first breakfast sitting. CHAPTER 5 Later, Dan would remember that first morning as a turning point in his life. At the time it seemed an exquisite form of torture, as the attractively made up, latest addition to the dining room staff, reported for instructions, then joined the other waitresses for a quick cup of coffee. In spite of the rush as breakfast was served, he continued to be conscious of his long nyloned legs displayed for all to see, while he hurried back and forth. The fact that no one showed any reaction to his mode of dress, and that all remarks addressed to him were either requests for service, or expressions of pleasure that he was staying on for the balance of the week, helped to keep him calm. By nine o'clock, with breakfast duties completed, he sat with the other waitresses to complete his own delayed breakfast. It was with a sense of relief that he refused an invitation to go walking with several others, and instead, returned to the cottage to spend his two hours of free time resting his tired feet. At ten, Doreen popped in to supervise a renewal of his makeup, and to suggest that the pantyhose be dispensed with for the hot part of the day. By two P.M., when he again returned to the cottage, he regretted not having taken her advice. A shower, shave, and fresh application of makeup, again supervised by Doreen, prepared him for his final two hour work session of the afternoon. Doreen was waiting for him as he later re-entered the cottage. "Hurry!" she urged. "My father will be here any minute, and we're supposed to leave right away for the theatre." She unzipped his uniform and sent him into the bathroom to wash his face. Then, still dressed in his lacy slip, he was seated at the dressing table in her bedroom to have his face made up once more, this time with pancake makeup and all the trimmings, even mascara. He stared incredulously at the beautiful countenance reflected from the mirror. "Now we'll slip my green dress on you," he was told. "But I can go in my shirt and trousers," he protested, noting that although attractively made up, Doreen was still clad in her girl scout uniform, "and you need your own dress." "There isn't time for you to change now, so hurry up," she urged and before he could protest further, she began to slip the dress over his head. "Now stand still while we do up the belt and zipper." Just then the doorbell rang and she went to welcome her father into the living room, then returned to add a necklace and clip-on earrings to Dan's costume. Max stood as his daughter led her friend back into the living room. "Oh, you look just ravishing tonight!" he exclaimed as he caught sight of the skirted Dan. "I'll be very proud to escort you into the theatre." The latter felt an embarrassed blush rise to his cheeks, (though it didn't show through the pancake makeup), before he managed to reply. "Why thank you, kind sir. You are most complimentary," and to his own surprise added, "and you do look handsome yourself." "Now, where's your coat?" asked Max. "We'll have to hurry to catch the first feature." "I'll get it," answered Doreen, and stepped to the closet to bring it back. She handed a silk scarf to Dan, and the coat to Max, who held it for Dan to slip his arms in. "Where's your coat, Doreen?" asked Dan, realizing that she would now be left to wear his mannish topcoat. "Oh, didn't I tell you, Danni? I won't be able to go." she answered. "Mrs. Beatty asked me to help out this evening. But I'm sure you two will have a pleasant time. Here's your purse and gloves now. You can tell me about the picture when you get back." Dumbfounded by this sudden development, Dan could find no words to express his sudden panic, as he found himself being ushered out the door and into the passenger seat of Max's car. He failed to see the thumbs-up sign which Max signalled to Doreen, before opening the driver's door and stepping in. ..... Three hours later, Doreen was waiting in the living room, when the front door opened to admit Dan. "Well, did you have a good time?" she began. "A wonderful time!" was the prompt reply from a smiling face, still flushed with pleasure at the memory of Max's final words as he stood at the foot of the porch steps looking up at his erstwhile date, their fingers still entwined. 'I can't remember when I last had such a pleasant evening with such an attractive companion. Danni, you're a lovely person! Remember now, I'll pick you up Friday at two to take you downtown for your shopping. Thank you again for a lovely evening,' he had added, bringing his companion's gloved hand to his lips, before turning to walk back to his car. Dan had stood with one hand on the doorknob, watching as he drove off. Now a frown crossed Dan's face, as the implications of the evening began to sink in. He started to respond to Doreen's request to, "Tell me all about it." "Well, after he opened the door for me and I sat in the car, I was terribly worried, but as soon as we started to talk as we drove away, he made me feel so at ease that I forgot what a jam I was in, and just concentrated on acting my part." He paused as he slipped his gloves into a coat pocket, slid the coat from his shoulders, and turned to hang it in the entranceway closet. When he turned back, Doreen could see that his eyes had filled with tears. "Come and sit on the couch," she ordered. By the time he sat down, the tears were streaming down his cheeks. "Here," she said, handing him the purse which he had set down on the table, "you need a kleenex to wipe your eyes." She noted that even as the tears flowed, he had remembered to smooth his skirt under himself as he sat down. "Oh, Doreen!" he sobbed, as the tears continued to flow, and more tissue was brought into play. "How could you do this to me? And to Max, your own father!" "But I thought you were enjoying yourself. Surely you wouldn't have agreed to stay on for Mrs. Beatty, if you weren't." "That's different. Max thinks I am a woman, and treats me like we were on a date." "Well, weren't you?" "Yes, but it's not fair to him. I was afraid he would want to kiss me goodnight." "I'm sure you have nothing to fear from Max. I know he's a perfect gentleman. After all he's my father, so I know him pretty well." "But I got so into acting my part, that I almost wanted him to kiss me. I'm sure he'd hate me forever if that happened, and then he found out about me." "Well, it's over now, and he didn't kiss you, so no harm is done." "But he made me promise to go out with him again on Friday." "Do you want me to come along?" "You won't be able to. It's in the afternoon, my half day off, but you will be working." "Then why did you agree?" "I didn't mean to. When he asked, I said no, that I had to go downtown shopping that afternoon. Then he said he would drive me, and we could go out to dinner afterwards. When I said he probably wouldn't like to take me to ladies' stores, he said he didn't mind, that he had often been in ladies' stores with your mother. What am I going to do? I don't need to buy anything in a ladyswear store." "Then you'll have to buy some things for me. I'll make out a shopping list for you." "But I don't even know what size you wear." "Don't worry. I'll write the sizes down, too. Anyway that wouldn't be a problem. We're about the same size. You're wearing my dress, and my shoes, right now. That is until you kicked them off," she added, looking down at his nylon-clad feet beside the pair of discarded wedgies. Dan's spirits started to revive as he described how it felt to have the car door opened for him, to stand aside while his escort purchased theatre tickets, to have his chair held for him in a restaurant, to be helped on and off with his coat, and to be told repeatedly how lovely he looked, and how lucky his companion felt to have him for a date. He had so thoroughly enjoyed Max's compliments on his appearance, that he had made several trips during the evening into a ladies' washroom, just to repowder his nose and freshen his lipstick. Finally Dan went into his bedroom to remove his clothes. Still wearing panties and bra, he donned the satin housecoat and slippers, and returned to the bathroom to remove his makeup under Doreen's supervision. Back in the bedroom, he felt a pang of regret as he doffed the last of his finery, to replace it with his cotton pyjamas, and crawl into bed. CHAPTER 6 Thursday morning Dan managed most of his own makeup under Doreen's supervision. He was less self-conscious, as he reported for his duties as a waitress, wearing his short-skirted uniform dress. In the mid- morning break, two of the girls from his former computer class met him in the auditorium for a special discussion about their career plans as computer programmers. During the afternoon break, his confidence was sufficient that he accepted an invitation from two fellow waitresses to go for an afternoon stroll. After finishing his suppertime duties, he returned to the cottage with a feeling of satisfaction that he had successfully completed another day of masquerade. That evening, under Doreen's direction, he learned to wash his unmentionables, and received detailed shopping instructions for the following afternoon. He went to bed early, after a short evening stroll with Doreen. Friday morning seemed to pass very slowly, but by two-fifteen in the afternoon a freshly made up 'Danni', again wearing Doreen's dress, was sitting in a chair, waiting for the arrival of Max. At one-thirty, Dan had rushed home at completion of his duties, for a quick shave, and a full facial makeup, complete with eyeshadow and mascara. Doreen had begged off from her duties long enough to supervise, but had returned to work before the arrival of Max. Once more Dan had his coat held for him, picked up his purse from the table, and was escorted to the passenger seat of Max's car. "Why thank you, kind sir," he had replied to his escort's remark that Danni certainly looked lovely today. Privately he thought that the effort of applying mascara and the clamping of earrings to his earlobes had been made worthwhile by Max's flattering remark. In a downtown parking space, he waited while Max circled the car to open his door, and stretched out a gloved hand to be assisted out to the sidewalk. He had convinced himself, that whether or not it was fair to deceive Max about his true sex, there was no harm in enjoying all the courtesies so gallantly offered. To Dan's surprise Max did not seem intimidated in the strange environment of a ladyswear store. If anything, he was more self- possessed than Dan, who was dependent on his disguise to calm a feeling of panic. Instead of waiting just inside the door, Max stood at his side, as he examined a rack of lace-trimmed nylon slips to make the selection specified by Doreen, and willingly offered an opinion, when consulted as to which was prettiest. In a relatively short time, Dan had, with the help of a salesclerk, selected two each of bra, panties, pantyhose, and girdle. An additional pair of pantyhose was added, when Max commented that he liked the clocks displayed on the legs of a manikin. "I'll think of you when I wear them," Dan remarked as he was removing his charge card from his purse. As he signed the bill, he thought how lucky it was that only his initials, and not his full Christian name, had been printed on his credit card. Max carried all the parcels as they trekked back to the car to deposit them in the trunk. Then it was back to another store to carry out Doreen's instruction to buy a dress. "Be sure to ask Max's opinion," she had said. "He has very good taste. I'm sure I would wear anything he thought was nice!" Together, they looked through the racks of dresses to select those that should be tried on. Five times Dan went into the dressing cubicle to change, and five times Max was not satisfied when he reappeared for inspection before the shop mirror. They left that store without making a purchase, and repeated the process in two more stores, before Max and 'Danni' were finally in accord, that a yellow jersey was just exactly right. Two different shoe stores were also visited before they settled on a pair of black pumps with medium heels. Dan managed them well in the store, but was afraid to wear them directly out on the street, because the heels were considerably higher than those to which he had become accustomed. All in all, Dan found the experiences of the afternoon and evening so exciting that he was scarcely conscious of the passage of time, and was surprised that it was after eleven when they arrived back at the cottage. They had continued shopping until late afternoon, dined in a fancy restaurant, and attended a concert for the balance of the evening. It took both of them to carry all the parcels from the car into the cottage. Then Max returned to the car to fetch a package which Dan had not seen before. Max stood just inside the door as he proffered the parcel to Dan. "Here's a little present for you, Danni," he said, "but you are not to open it until you are ready to go to bed." "Oh, Max, you shouldn't have!" exclaimed Dan, as Max leaned forward and planted a light kiss on his forehead. "Remember, not before bedtime," repeated Max, as he turned and slipped out the door. As the door closed behind him, Doreen, already dressed for bed, came into the room. "Why Danni!" she exclaimed, "What's happened to your ears? You've had them pierced!" Sheepishly Dan reached up with his hands to feel the neat gold studs now decorating each earlobe. "I didn't know what to say when Max suggested it. If I had refused, it would have seemed that I was afraid, and I didn't want him to think that." He paused for a moment before adding, "I'll take the studs out and let them heal on the way home." Doreen smiled and suggested that he hang up his coat and show her his purchases. When they had all been laid out and she had given her approval for each, she insisted that they be placed in the dresser in Dan's room, and the dress hang in his cupboard. "Now it's time to open your present," she declared. "Let's see what Max bought you." "But he said not before I'm ready for bed," protested Dan. "All right then. You can strip down to your underwear and put on your dressing gown and slippers, while I go and dispose of the wrappings from your shopping. But I want to be here when you open your present." Dan dawdled over removing his dress, slip, girdle, and pantyhose, but at last he donned the blue satin housecoat and slippers, and stepped into the bathroom to remove his makeup. He returned to find Doreen sitting on the edge of his bed, waiting for the present to be opened. "Isn't it beautiful!" she enthused, as he withdrew a full-length baby-blue satin and lace nightdress from its box and held it up. "It matches your gown perfectly. Hurry up and try it on." She unzipped the front of his dressing gown and held it as he slipped it off. The silken nightdress slipped over his head, and slithered down over his body. "Now tie the two drawstrings at the back of your waist," she ordered. "Now come and look at yourself in the mirror. Don't you look elegant? And won't this feel delicious as you lie in bed tonight?" "But I can't go to bed like this," protested Dan, suddenly feeling a sense of guilt at his masquerade. "I didn't agree to anything like this when I consented to help out at the jamboree." "Stop being such a stick-in-the-mud. You know you have enjoyed every minute of it. Why else would you have had your ears pierced?" She stepped over to the bed and folded down the top cover. "Put your hairnet on now and crawl in." When Dan meekly complied, she tucked the cover around him, followed her father's example by leaning over and kissing him on the forehead, switched off the light, and left the room. Dan, his mind in a turmoil, lay awake for a long time. The soft touch of his silken gown, and the sensitivity of his studded earlobes, kept him sensually aware of all that had happened in the past few hours. Strangely enough, he realized that he felt really attracted to Max. "I mustn't think that way," he admonished himself. "He would only hate me if he really knew that I am not a woman." Max's face continued to haunt him in his dreams. CHAPTER 7 On Saturday, the last day of the jamboree, Dan was not required to return to his waitressing duties until lunchtime, so he rose late, had a leisurely shower and shave, put on a fresh bra and panties under his nightdress, and lounged about in his satin robe and slippers. He felt a sadness that this would be the last day of his impersonation. Tomorrow, he would have to dress as himself for the drive home. As he checked himself one last time in the mirror before leaving for the dining room, his neatly made up face reflected the skill he had acquired over the past several days. Pleased at his image, he thought how the gold studs in his pierced ears seemed to give his face a final touch of authenticity. Somewhat ruefully, he recognized, that on the morrow he would revert to his own drab appearance. "Like Cinderella no doubt," he told himself, and resolved to thoroughly enjoy the remainder of his time as the make-believe 'Danni'. That afternoon, buses began to depart, taking the various Girl Scout Troops back to their homes, so that by suppertime, only the leaders who had been present the previous Sunday morning remained. As they left the dining hall saying tearful farewells to their friends from camp, quite a few came over to offer 'Danni' a hug, and a kiss on the cheek, and to express a wish to see her again at next year's jamboree. It was after eight when he returned to the cottage, after finishing his own supper, and helping in the final tidying of the dining hall and kitchen. He did not object strenuously when Doreen insisted that the new dress be donned, after she helped him out of his waitress's uniform. "I've been waiting all day to see what it looks like on you," she explained, as they prepared to walk over to Mrs. Beatty's office to return the uniform. The two made an attractive picture as Doreen, in her flowered dress, and Dan, walking for the first time in high-heeled pumps, made the short walk to complete this errand. Mrs. Beatty was effusive in thanking 'Danni' for having taken the extra time to help make the jamboree a success. Back in the cottage, he reluctantly suggested to Doreen that she get out her suitcase, so the clothes he was wearing, and those newly purchased things still in his bedroom, could be packed away for the return journey starting early next morning. Once more, Dan received a sudden shock. "I'm afraid you'll have to wear them one more day. We won't be alone in the car. I've agreed to drop Doris off at her place along the way, and Max will be coming with us as far as Centreville." "But I'll definitely have to change before we get back home," he complained, wondering at the same time, if she remembered that Centreville was the town where he had grown up. He would not want to be seen there by anyone who might recognize him. "We'll work it out after we drop Max tomorrow," she promised. "Right now, let's change for bed, lay out our things for tomorrow, and get everything else packed." Dan was secretly pleased that she refused to pack the gift nightgown. "No," she insisted, "You're going to wear it again tonight. Max was so pleased when I told him you wore it last night, and how lovely it looks on you!" An hour later, when a satin-clad Dan was ready to retire for the night, he received one more instruction. "When you get dressed in the morning, slip the nightgown into your own suitcase. After all, it was bought especially for you. Put the dressing gown and slippers in too. I'm making you a present of them for being such a good sport all week." ..... Dan awakened slowly, his mind lingering over a just completed dream, in which he saw himself strutting at the front of a band, twirling a baton. As he stirred, awareness of his silk nightdress returned, and as his eyes opened, pink fingernails caught his attention. He sat up slowly and swung his legs over the side of the bed. The satin skirt of his gown draped smoothly over his knees. His feet slid into satin slippers, pink nails showing through the open toes. He stood on his high heels, reached for his dressing gown and drew it on, covering his bare arms and the lace trim around his false breasts. It took him ten minutes to shower and shave, before he returned to the bedroom to dress. Lace-trimmed silk panties, a fresh satin and lace bra, pantyhose, girdle, full slip, and black pumps, quickly replaced nightgown, robe, and slippers. These were added to the waiting suitcase along with his razor and shaving soap. He was sitting at the dressing table making up his face, when Doreen came into the room, already fully dressed. She said nothing until he turned to ask if he had done a good job. Reassured, he accepted her help in zipping up his new yellow dress. He sat again, while she fluffed up his hair with a comb, and applied hair spray. With the addition of a necklace, he was ready to help load the bags into the car trunk. Following a last check inside the cottage, he emerged from the door one final time with a coat draped over one arm, and a purse clutched in his other hand. His step was light, and his head held high, as he paraded down the short walk, and took his place in the front passenger seat. Doris was quickly collected, her luggage placed in the trunk, and she took her place in the back seat. It was Dan who delivered the keys into the camp office, and smiled a good-bye to the clerk through pink lips. His heels clicked on the cement as he returned to the car, and a gentle breeze swirled his skirt around his knees. At a suburban house, Max was waiting for them, and came out to get in the car without anyone having to go to the door. At the fast food outlet where they stopped for breakfast, and later in the car when Max had taken over as driver, with Doreen moved to the back seat, Dan, to his delight, found himself once more the focus of Max's attention. He responded to compliments about his appearance, with praise for Max's driving ability. Then, to divert conversation away from himself, he began plying Max with questions about the latter's background, based on the theory that the way to keep a man happy is to keep him talking about himself. Doreen whispered to Doris that the two in the front seats seemed to form a mutual admiration society. After Doris was dropped at her home, Doreen continued alone in the back seat, happily contemplating how pleased her father seemed to be made by Dan's company. She realized too, how much Dan was enjoying the role he had been playing all week. CHAPTER 8 At Centreville, Dan's complacency was replaced with an intense nervousness when Doreen asked for time to make a purchase at the local mall, and Max decided to use the opportunity to show Dan the home where he had lived as a young child. Dan sat rigidly in his seat as they drove slowly down a tree-lined street, and pulled up to the curb near a large old house set well back from the street. "Doreen tells me that you remember Maxine Holden," began Max, as he turned the key off in the ignition. "Why yes," admitted Dan, "She was a little older than me, but I liked her a lot. I was very sorry when she moved away." "Let me tell you about Maxine. It's a rather long and complicated story, and I want your promise that you will not interrupt before I finish. Do you promise now?" "All right," assented Dan. "We moved away when Maxine was thirteen. She was always something of a tomboy, but by the time she was eighteen, her mother had convinced her that she should act more ladylike, and before long a boyfriend appeared on the scene. The romance went so quickly that at eighteen and a half, she was married, and by nineteen and a half a baby was born, much to the displeasure of her husband, who turned out to be very selfish and self- centred. "By the time the marriage was six months old, he had begun to beat her. Perhaps he would not have dared, had she not been pregnant, because she had always been fairly husky, and quite capable of fighting back. But fear for the safety of her unborn child kept her from defending herself with her fists. "By six months after the birth of the baby, she had made up her mind that she would leave her husband when the baby was a year old. That decision was taken out of her hands, when he moved out a month later. They have since been divorced. "Maxine moved in with her parents, since he had disappeared and sent no support money. With only a high school education, the best she could do was work as a waitress, and this did not even provide enough money for her to move into her own apartment and pay a babysitter. The baby was six years old before she finally saved enough to move to her own place. I'm sure you will be interested in how she managed it. "One day she saw an ad for labourers at the steel plant at Rexvale. The pay was four times what she was making as a waitress, even counting the tips. In those days, there was no chance that a woman would be hired for physical labour, so she decided to disguise herself. She got some men's work clothes, bound her breasts in tightly, got a short haircut, and applied for the job. Very much to her own surprise, she was hired, and equally to her own surprise, she had no trouble handling the work. "For a whole year, she lived a double life, working during the week as a man, and becoming a woman again during the weekend to be a mother to her daughter, who had remained in the care of the grandmother. But two things conspired to bring this state of affairs to an end. For one thing, she wanted her daughter to live with her. For another, she was getting along well on her job and could expect a promotion soon. The problem with that, was that she would have to work near the blast furnaces, in the kind of heat where men wear either nothing on top, or at the most, a cotton undershirt. "Maxine worried about this for a long time, but finally she reached a decision. She took a month's leave, and had a breast reduction operation. When Doreen moved to Rexvale to start Grade Two, it was her father who took her to the school to enroll, and her father who picked her up each day from the babysitter's." Dan, so nervous at first of being recognized in the car, then forgetting himself as he became absorbed in the story, now could contain himself no longer. "Then you are Maxine, and Doreen is your baby?" he burst out. "You're really her mother, and not her father!" "I guess you could say I am both," smiled Max. "Anyway, she has called me Dad ever since that time." "But she knows perfectly well that you are her mother?" "Of course. But you promised not to ask any questions, and I haven't finished my story." Dan closed his pink lips and waited. "I want to tell you about something Maxine remembers about those days in Centreville before we moved away." Dan noticed that he had reverted to talking about his female persona in the third person. "As you probably are very aware, the third house down the street was the Millard house. The young boy who lived there, was three or four years younger than Maxine, but he seemed to like her a lot. They often walked to school together, and he often came over to see her on Saturdays. "One visit in particular stands out. It was shortly before we moved. Maxine was just getting dressed when the doorbell rang. Mother had said she was to wear a dress that day, because company was coming, and the bell rang while she was sitting at the dressing table in her slip, trying out lipstick. She pulled a woollen robe on and answered the door. "May I come in?' asked her little visitor, and her first impulse was to repulse him, but she relented and answered, 'I suppose so but you'll have to wait in the living room. I'm not fully dressed yet.' "Can't I come upstairs with you? I won't be any trouble,' he had asked. "Oh, I suppose so,' was the reluctant reply. "Back in her bedroom, Maxine took her dress from the closet, and asked him to hold it while she took off her robe. "Gee, I like your pretty slip,' exclaimed her little visitor.'It's so beautiful with all that satin and lace. I wish I had nice things like that to wear.' "Don't you like being a boy? You never have to worry about getting your jeans and tee-shirts dirty.' "It's O.K. but I'd really like to have pretty things too.' "I'll tell you what. If you promise not to tell anyone at all, not even your mother, I will let you wear some of my clothes. Then you can pretend to be a girl and you can help me set the table for dinner.' "Oh, I'd like that and I wouldn't tell anyone.' "Maxine proceeded to find some clothes which she had outgrown, and for two hours, her little friend, wearing silk panties, lace-trimmed satin petticoat, white tights, patent leather shoes, and an organdy dress, had paraded around the house helping with the dinner preparations. Maxine had completed his costume with a yellow hair ribbon, a touch of lipstick, and nail polish. "It was later, as she was working to remove all traces of the lipstick and nail polish, that he had said wistfully, 'Gee, Maxine, I like you so much. I'd like to marry you when I grow up.' "There, that's the end of my story, and you can ask questions now if you want. ------ Oh, just one more thing, I've often thought back to that little boy's proposal during the years since Doreen started school, while my masquerade has prevented me from having a normal relationship with a man. You've no idea how frustrating it is to have women making passes at you, when it is a man you really want." "Then you know I am only posing as a woman because Doreen asked me to help out at the jamboree." "Yes, but you do it so well that no one would ever suspect. I'm sure if your parents walked down the street right now, they would not even recognize you." "My parents are both dead. They died in an accident when I was only eighteen." "I'm sorry to hear that. As neighbours they were kind to me when I was young. That means we're both orphans. My parents have been gone since shortly after Doreen started school. Maybe that's why Doreen and I are so close. We've only had each other all the while she was growing up." "When did Doreen tell you about me?" "I asked her about you the night you told me on the phone that you were her mother. We have talked about you quite regularly ever since. I was certainly anxious to meet you. And I was not disappointed. You are everything Doreen described to me." "I didn't know she was telling anyone else about me." "You may be sure I am the only one she told. And by the way, you are the only living person, besides Doreen and my doctor, who knows that I