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In, Feet First It was a bright February morning, he had been out of bed since six preparing his body and hair, and it was now ten o'clock as he sat at the desk in the cramped flat, his freshly manicured hands, with the bright red extended nails, trembled as they broke the seal on the new pack of 10 denier tights. Carefully he pulled them from the pack and doughnutted each leg up to the panty, slowly and deliberately, removing the foam toe separators, placing each of his feet with their newly painted, and now dry, nails in the feet of the tights, he stood and let the satin dressing gown slip to the floor. He patiently worked the tights up his now hairless legs until the waistline enclosed the flesh coloured control panty which enclosed his now engorged member which he could feel was dampening the gusset of the body-shaping garment. He was thrilled how they felt and looked, delighted with the shade and marvelled at the feminine appearance the combination of toenail colour and hairless legs gave him, sitting again, he absent-mindedly drew his hands along each thigh, his eyes half closing and his lips parting releasing a near silent sigh as, he languished in and savoured the feel of the nylon against his hairless legs. Of course he had done this before, after all he was approaching his twentieth birthday, but this was a day of firsts, it was the first time he'd worn a brand new pair of tights, the first time that he'd worn his own tights and not his mother's retrieved from the laundry hamper, the first time in many years his body was free of hair, the first time he'd painted his toe nails and extended his finger nails, the first time he would wear all his own female garments, the first time he had estrogens coursing through his veins. Nick had always presented as an effeminate boy, he was slight in build and had taken all the bullying at school meted out to those considered sissies, but latterly had become determined that he was not just effeminate or a sissy but wanted to be female, was female, he was a transsexual, and he was sure. He had dressed many times in items of his mother's, pilfered from the laundry hamper, but he had never before worn an unused garment or prepared his body in the way a female of his age might do. He had moved into the flat six weeks before, immediately after the New Year and he had spent much of his spare time, since moving, combing the internet and shopping for all of the items he was now trying for the first time. Before his move Nick had lived with his widowed mother just three miles away, but he had flown the nest, claiming he needed his independence, much to his mother's chagrin, but in truth it had all been so he could fulfil his long felt desire to do what he was doing at this very moment. The rest of the clothing he was to wear today was neatly laid out on the bed, he turned and picked up the matching grey silk French knickers and bra set, he effortlessly pulled on the knickers until the waist band met with the waistbands of the tights and control panty. He took the bra and clipped the hooks and eyes together just above his now constrained waistline, he purposefully worked the fastening round to his back until the bra cups lay flat and inverted just below his pecs. Reaching out across the bed he found the box containing his brand new breast forms, he picked out the form marked L and placed it in the left bra cup, with his left thumb hooked under the left strap, simultaneously with his right hand he pulled the loose flesh of his left pec upwards and deftly with his left hand placed the strap over his shoulder, he repeated the procedure for the right breast. He played with the strap adjusters and smiled to himself as a small but definite cleavage formed at the centre of his chest. He returned to the chair of his desk were all manner of makeup items were neatly laid out, he first took a pair of tweezers and picked up his shaving mirror and started to pluck the underside of his eyebrows, he spent nearly twenty minutes on each brow, he removed just enough to define the lower curve of the brows but not too much as to thin them drastically. Generally pleased with the resulting shape, but not the redness the plucking had caused he put down the mirror and tweezers. Picking up the small circular sponge and bottle of foundation, he carefully applied the flesh toned mask lightly to his face and blending the solution down his neck. Once satisfied the foundation was applied evenly he continued to paint his face using the combination of pencils and powders available to him. He then removed a false eyelash from its case, with an unexpected difficulty due to the unfamiliar nail length, applied a thin line of glue before clumsily attaching the lash to his upper lid. Once satisfied he repeated the process before outlining his lips and filling the outline with the new creamy lipstick which matched his nail colour; finally he pumped the mascara wand in its tube and with mouth open and the other eye closed applied the waterproof cosmetic generously to each eye. "Voila" he said to himself, as he admired his reflection in the mirror, he smiled as he realised that he had achieved his most convincing female look yet, he was unsure why, whether it was that he had used his own cosmetics rather than his mother's or that he had reshaped his brows or just the false eyelashes which seemed to accentuate his bright green eyes. Just looking at his face the casual observer would undoubtedly see the face of an attractive, but not pretty, woman, that was enough for him, he was happy with that. Carefully he removed the large rollers from his washed and conditioned shoulder length mousy brown hair, which now was almost dry, brushing and combing the hair whilst blow drying, he very nearly achieved the look which he had sought, the technique being learnt from U-Tube. He was delighted and could not stop smiling at his mirror image; effortlessly he removed the gold sleepers from his ears and replaced them with a pair of pearl drop earrings. A final spritz of perfume and his conversion for today was almost complete. Nick stood and sashayed across to the full length mirror on the back of the wardrobe door and stood admiring his image for a full ten minutes, twisting and turning to take a critical look from every available perspective. He was thin, but too thin, his refection was that of a young woman or older teenage girl, with a boyish shape, the waist may have been a little thick and the hips could do to be larger. His faux breasts and the convincingly created cleavage along with the flattish V at his crotch ensured the image he now presented looked sufficiently female to bring a smile to his coloured lips. He was so pleased that his member was now rock hard, he quickly turned and headed to the bathroom where he lowered his pants and tights, releasing the engorged but still small rod from its confines, it only took a few rapid strokes before he orgasmed with greater than normal ferocity. After clearing up and carefully readjusting his clothing he returned to the bedroom. Walking over to the bed he picked up the grey blouse, carefully pulling the translucent garment over his head so as not to disturbed his hair or make up, adjusting the sleeves which came loosely to the elbow, after tying the bow fastening at the rear of the round neck. He stooped and picked up the black floral lace pencil skirt, undoing the side zip he pooled the skirt in front of him and stepped in, he struggled to fully close the zip, but eventually managed. He then sat at the desk and picked up the new pair of black patent court shoes with a mid height heel, one at a time he raised his legs off the floor and carefully placed his toes in each of the shoes, standing he rose to stand 5 feet 9 inches in his heels. He wiggled over to the mirror and started a self critical review of his appearance for the second time in less than half an hour. His overall impression of himself was pleasing, his waist may be a little wide and his hips a little narrow but that apart he was confident that he could venture out into the big wide world and not be read by many people, but this was not his plan for this weekend, he was going to spend time in his flat continuing practising feminine gestures and mannerisms, along with the vocal coaching that he had spent the evenings and weekends for last four weeks trying to master, he had come a long way and could now find an acceptable tone and timbre but he knew he needed further practice. He loved the clothes; the flimsy grey blouse with the three contrasting silk black pleats, which ran down the front over his faux bosom, the delicate lace detail on the skirt which was a reasonable fit considering his lack of natural curves, the heels and the way they shaped his ankles and legs in a very feminine manner, the tan tights however did not please his ultra critical eye; he also noticed two small patches of hair on his right leg and made a note that he would have to deal with them later. He stepped out of the heels raised the skirt and pulled the knickers and tights down with an ease belying the fact this was not his normal attire. Almost without thinking he untangled the knickers from the tights threw the knickers on the bed and opened the top drawer of his dresser, balling the tights he placed them with care in the drawer and shuffled the five packs of new tights until he found a nearly black pair. With his long nails he sliced open the top of the plastic pack and withdrew the tights, the cardboard stiffener falling to the floor as he let the legs dangle from the waistband. He sat at the desk with the skirt hitched to his new higher waist and slowly and meticulously doughnutted the legs as he'd done previously with the tan pair. After placing his toes in the reinforced ends of the tights he drew them slowly up his legs savouring the embrace of the darker nylon, again they were a fine denier and he revelled in adjusting them over the upper part of his legs, without further ado he collected the knickers from the bed and in no time had them on and the skirt readjusted, he wobbled slightly as he stood into his shoes and walked towards the wardrobe mirror. He stood entranced for fully thirty minutes. Swaying this way and that, coquettishly appraising himself, he was happy oh so happy, but had things to do so reluctantly he pulled himself away from the mirror and decided to prepare himself some lunch. As he turned towards the kitchen he noticed the errant cardboard stiffener and was about to bend at the waist and pick it up, but caught himself, he bent at ankles and knees lowering his bottom near the floor and retrieved the card, he struggled to rise and made a note to himself he must practice that some more. After a light lunch of a sandwich he washed his plate and walked into the small but cosy lounge, his heels resonating on the laminate floor, the noise in itself was pleasing to his ears. He made his way to the corner of the lounge, where his laptop was set up on the small console table, behind which on the wall hung yet another mirror. He sat brushing his skirts underneath him and crossing his legs at the knee. He started his laptop and located the female voice course he had downloaded a month ago, with his smart phone set to Dictaphone mode, for the next hour and a half, he followed the directions given on the course, he found the female register without any difficulty and after an hour it was beginning to feel natural, yet knew he had to continue to practice until it did not break every five minutes or so. Whilst talking into his phone during the periods of practice he would stand and walk to the bedroom, he thought to practise walking and talking but subconsciously it was so he could gaze at his reflection in the wardrobe mirror. Several times he had to snap out of his reverie to gather his thoughts and recommence his vocal practice. At two thirty, just as he was practicing a tricky piece of inflection, his mobile phone rang and the screen flashed the caller's name, he almost dropped the phone but managed to slide the answer bar and put the phone to his ear. "He...Hello Mum," he chimed initially in the female register but he quickly managed to retrieve the lower tones of his usual voice. "Hello Nick, are you alright you sounded a bit croaky there?" his mother fussed "I'm fine, just a frog in the throat, how are you" he responded calmly, his mind however was racing "what would she say if she could see me now? She'd have a fit. I wish I had the balls to tell her - no strike that I wish I'd never had balls, soon I won't if all goes well, maybe she'd like to have a daughter - no she's such a prude, what would Mrs Brown think?" "I'm good," she said interrupting his drift. "I thought you could come for Sunday roast tomorrow about two after all it's been a fortnight since I've seen you." "Hell I've got plans- I'm going to dress tomorrow- I'm going to-" "Sorry Mum I'm going out into the country with some people from work." "Oh well, that's nice, come when you get back and we'll have a late dinne.r" "Sorry Mum but we're not going to get back till late we're having dinner in a pub and won't be back 'til 10 o'clock or so." "Oh OK son maybe next week then." "We'll see, I'll let you know," he replied. "Well make sure you do," his mother grumbled. They continued to chat for another for what seemed like an hour to Nick but was in fact only about 10minutes, eventually they hung up and Nick, continued with his vocal exercises for another half hour. He decided to give it a rest a spent the rest of the afternoon browsing a ladies fashion magazine, making mental notes of clothes and make up tips he would add to his wish list. He sat on the sofa cross legged, carelessly twisting the ends of his hair, at times, wishing he was the model in the magazine, at others, imagining he was in the arms of a big hunky man, succumbing delicately to his wily charms. After preparing and eating his dinner he returned to the lounge and rather than watch some mind numbing television decided to read Jane Eyre aloud to his Dictaphone, feeling great empathy with the main character. Playing back the Dictaphone he was extremely pleased that he could now sound convincing for considerable periods without his voice breaking or cracking, he felt his throat was a little sore so decided to give up and go to bed. He removed his clothes with care and folded each item or hung it in the wardrobe as appropriate, from a dresser drawer he retrieved an ivory silk full length nightdress, with spaghetti straps and lace appliqu? at the bosom, sighing as the silk flowed down his naked body, the matching panties barely able to hold his once more engorged cock. After cleansing his face with makeup remover he moisturised, then remembered the unwanted patches of hairs on his right leg and spent the half hour before climbing under the duvet, sat on top of the bed, his legs raised and given a going over with the battery powered epilator. As he climbed under the duvet he grabbed the pills from the bedside cabinet and ended the day as he had started swallowing the solid package of estrogen. Soon he was blissfully asleep, knowing that today he had made huge strides to his almost lifelong quest to be the girl he felt he was. On Sunday he rose a bit later at 8o'clock, today was to be a repeat of Saturday, but he had less preparation to take care of as his nails were still painted and he had no hair below his chin, he showered using the feminine shower gel and washed and conditioned his hair. His preparations followed exactly the same routine as the previous day except today, he wore a red peplum dress with a cowl neck and cap sleeves, over a red silk French designed rose lace padded plunge bra with matching mini Brazilian knickers, along with the same control panty and tan coloured tights that he had worn yesterday. On his feet he wore a pair of red peep toe bow high heel shoes, with a 31/2 inch heel. His makeup was as understated today as it had been yesterday, the only difference being he used a brown palette for his eye shadow, rather than the blues of yesterday. His hair was curled under in the same style as yesterday also, but today he had created a tighter curl, he bent over his desk and replaced the pearl drop earrings with two single pearl studs, struggling still with his long nails to fix the small fastener to the back of each lobe. He clip-clopped to the wardrobe mirror the chunkier heels of these shoes making a deeper but still distinctively female sound of walking compared to the stilettos of yesterday. He looked down. He loved the patent red with the thick fabric bow and peep-toe of his shoes, so definingly female he thought, especially with the matching nail colour. He gasped as he caught sight of his image, although he had made apparently few changes to the overall scheme of his appearance, today it just shouted woman, and no one could ever read him as a male in a dress. He dropped to his knees "Omigod I can really do this," he said aloud in a completely female tone, a tear formed at the corner of each eye, he had never been happier. He spent hours in front of the mirror walking and then sitting and standing in a chair until he felt at ease doing each movement, all the while still not believing how good he looked and felt. After lunch he sat at his laptop, surfing the net window shopping for clothes, he had four outfits in his bedroom but was not yet in hurry to purchase any more, so he started reading stories on a trans-fiction website, he was part way through a forced feminisation story of how a cross dresser's wife had discovered his secret due to traces of make up, when he suddenly stood, looking with horror at his hands. "Oh No!" he cried. "Stupid stupid, stupid! I haven't got anything to remove this nail polish and false nails! What'll I do? I can't go to work like this tomorrow." He knew he could cut the nails down to their normal length but it would take forever to scratch off the polish. "Don't panic - think." He looked at the clock on his laptop, it was only three thirty, the pharmacy about a mile and half away would be open for another half an hour on a Sunday, he didn't have time to change into his male stuff and anyway he'd look very strange with red nails, there was nothing for it but to go en-femme, he quickly skipped to the bedroom and located his wallet, he took out all the notes, about fifty pounds, found his only handbag, black medium sized with shoulder strap threw in the keys to his flat and his bright red Mini, adding the hairbrush and a few cosmetics, after he'd checked and touched up his make up. He suddenly thought why not and spritzed himself for the second time that day with perfume, he crept to his front door, why he crept he didn't know he realised, as he peered through the small spyhole in the centre of the door. The corridor was clear. "If anyone sees me or challenges me I'll just say I'm my own sister - no-one here knows me well enough to know I don't have a sister." He cracked the door to check again that the coast was clear, as he bent forward the handbag swung forwards slamming the door shut. He repeated the door opening this time keeping a firm grip on the bag, it was all clear so he opened the door fully and minced to the lift, the journey down to the car park and his car was uneventful, he struggled to get into the car but remembering all the stories he'd read on line finally managed, albeit somewhat inelegantly he'd have to remember to put his handbag in the car before trying at the pharmacy he thought. The drive to the pharmacy went without incident although he found he could brake and change gear easier without his shoes, it was something else he would have to practice. As the pharmacy came into view he was relieved to see several vacant parking spaces outside, he naturally picked the nearest to the door. He parked and managed to get out of the car in a far better fashion than he had done getting in, he picked up his handbag and although trembling from head to foot managed to remember the mantra "small steps, one foot in front of the other, head up, chest out" which he repeated to himself until he entered the store, once inside the double doors he stood momentarily getting his bearings and trying to locate the nail care section, he soon realised it was at the rear of the store in the far right corner. He resumed his feminine gait repeating his mantra, he reached the central cross aisle of the store and was half way round the corner when he spotted Sheila, a colleague from work, perusing nail polishes right by where he wanted to be, he immediately turned left and started to pick up hair colouring and pretended to be reading the label, but serruptiously keeping an eye on Sheila, by chance he'd picked up a dark reddish brown a colour very similar to that of Sheila's own colour. Just as he was about to replace the box Sheila turned and strode quickly towards him, Nick froze, just as Sheila reached the cross aisle she looked straight at him, her eyes scanned him from top to bottom and with her eye finally fixed on the hair product said, "That's a lovely colour, I use it sometimes when I can't afford the salon" she said nodding at the box he was almost crushing with fear. "Oh Thank you," he managed to respond. "Is it easy to use?" he added as an afterthought. "Yes, if you follow the label," Sheila replied leaving Nick alone in the right hand aisle. He quickly composed himself. "Phew I don't think she recognised me," smiled to himself and moved down the aisle to the nail care products, he quickly found the nail polish remover, but was then drawn to the polishes themselves soon he was holding two new nail colours, the remover and the hair colourant as he made his way to the tills in somewhat of a daze repeating to himself, "Short steps......." He stood in the short queue for one of the tills, not realising that Sheila was opposite him in the queue to the other till, she was trying to place where she knew the woman with the hair dye from, but she could not figure it out, how was she to know that she worked with this woman but when at work, this woman, was a man. Having paid for his purchases, Nick turned towards the exit. "That colour will suit you," Sheila announced as she walked out of the store alongside Nick, adding, "Don't I know you?" "I hope it does," replied Nick and, "No I don't think I know you, I'm new here." Adding "and thanks for the help" as he turned towards the opposite way to his workmate. He was tempted to walk straight passed his car, but turned to see where Sheila was, and found she was nowhere to be seen, little realising that she had already joined her husband in the passenger seat of their car. He walked to his car and placing his handbag and new cosmetics on the passenger seat, smoothly and without fuss entered his Mini. Nick pulled out of the parking space and headed home oblivious to the fact that Sheila had spotted the mystery shopper in the red dress drive passed in a red Mini. Sheila did not connect the Mini, the woman in the red dress and shoes with Nick her team supervisor at work, but still convinced she knew the woman, she soon stopped troubling herself and thought no more of it that day. Nick made it back to his flat without further incident, but on arriving home breathed a deep sigh of relief, dropped his bags, kicked each of his legs backwards and removed his heels, poured himself a stiff drink and relaxed on the sofa, his legs folded under his bottom. He survived his first excursion outside, although he had nagging doubts that his meeting Sheila would come back and bite him somehow. He decided he would clean off all his cosmetics in preparation for work tomorrow, however after removing the nail polish to his hands and extensions to his nails he relented and changed into his dressing gown, nightie and panties and spent the rest of the evening mindlessly watching television. He cleaned off his make up and went to bed exhausted setting his alarm for his usual seven o'clock wake up. At seven that Monday morning he showered as usual and dressed in his normal casual work attire, the only vestiges of his fem weekend were his now hairless body arms and legs and the bright red polish to his toes, or so he thought. What Nick did not realise there were still discernible remains of his feminine weekend, far more than he imagined, the curve of his eyebrows was sharper than those that left work on Friday, remnants of nail colour remained at the sides of some of his fingernails, faint traces of his expensive perfume surrounded his presence, his usual straight ponytail had just that bit more curl and body than his pre-weekend style. His week started at work with him giving his normal team talk to the seven girls in his call-centre team, he gave his team talk on the targets for the week and outlined a new technique to seal a deal passed down to him by the management team. All the while he gave his presentation, Sheila observed him in microscopic detail, unsure what was troubling her, some others in the team also observed him with more than the usual interest, they all sensed something was innately different about Nick but couldn't figure out what. The rest of the day passed as usual as far as Nick was concerned, however he didn't realise that he was the topic of much conjecture when four of his team Sheila, Sue, Anne, and Marie lunched together, they all said there was something different about Nick but couldn't place what that was, they agreed to watch him carefully to try and figure it out. Because he was always somewhat effeminate and not particularly macho, they all thought he was gay anyway, so never had fancied him, and therefore had not particularly analysed his appearance in any depth before, he was just Nick their supervisor who did them no harm and was always pleasant enough but never figured in any of the girls fantasies', unlike some members of the senior management team. The girls worked in their cubicles for the rest of the day, Nick visited them at their work stations occasionally, especially when they indicated on the system that they had a problem with a particular caller, so it was only on these occasions that they could observe him closely. It turned out that only Anne identified anything strange, she caught a faint whiff of the Chanel perfume he had worn the previous day, and she recognised it immediately as she used it herself. The rest of the week passed without anything of particular note happening, Anne of course reported her discovery at the girls Tuesday lunchtime meeting, but naturally as time passed, the traces of Nick's feminine weekend had lessened, but the girls agreed to try and spot anything else of note. Nick spent the evenings practising the female vocal course, he wore the dressing gown, nightie and pants, and on some evenings he also wore makeup, he also took his double dose of estrogen, but nothing that reinforced the tell tale signs of his feminine experience. Buoyed by the trip to the pharmacy he decided, during a quiet period that Thursday at work, that he would go shopping en femme at the weekend, he needed a coat, as winter was here, but was particularly mild at the moment, and that could change soon. Fridays shift could not end quickly enough, the moment he got home, he would transform into his female persona, for the whole weekend once again. As soon as he arrived home on the Friday evening, he stripped and depilated, as his legs had the first signs of stubble, after moisturising, he pulled on his control panty and sat at the desk which doubled as his dressing table, picking up the shaving mirror and tweezers he looked for any stragglers, but on impulse decided to thin his brows at little further, without really considering the consequences for his return to male mode, his brows ended up only marginally thinner but with a definite feminine arch. Once again the skin was red and puffy, he rose and went to the bathroom and closely shaved his face, in preparation to put on his makeup, he realised as he foamed his chin that his brows could no longer be described as male or even unisex, they had the shape that defined a female. He shrugged his shoulders and thought "what the hell I can't undo what I've done I'll have to think up some excuse, I know ..got drunk...passed out...friends shaved them" an hour or so later he was standing admiring his reflection in the wardrobe mirror, he was fully made up, his hair curled under framing his now almost pretty face, the brows had lifted the look and seemed now to make his eyes larger than he had achieved last weekend, the pearl studs glinted. He wore a slash neck animal print dress tan tights and his black patent court shoes, with a three inch stiletto, he was delighted with the look, although his was a little critical about his lack of hips. Under the dress he wore the same lingerie as he had worn the previous Saturday, he cocked his right leg at the knee and placed his left hand on his waist and air kissed his reflection, he was in love with himself like this, he scurried to the bathroom and frantically removed his underwear as far as his knees and with barely a couple of strokes, came in several mammoth spurts. He cleaned up, made himself a salad and spent the evening in front of the television, which he didn't really watch, he was too busy writing a supermarket shopping list, and extending and painting his fingernails, he used the metallic bronze polish, bought on Sunday, which went well with the dress he wore and would wear tomorrow for his shopping expeditions. Once his nails had dried he made his way to bed, carefully removing his clothes and makeup before luxuriating in his silk nightie, he popped an estrogen pill and was soon fast asleep. He woke with a start, it was just past seven, and he was nervously excited as he jumped into action, popping his morning pill, as he rose, in just over an hour he was ready dressed again in the animal print dress, tan hose and black stilettos, his makeup was flawless and not a hair out of place he was once again absorbing and loving his reflection in the wardrobe mirror "a little over the top for the supermarket but what the heck" he thought. Luckily it was warm for the time of year so no need for a coat and just after nine, he was clip-clopping across the concrete floor of the underground car park to his Mini, he remembered the lessons learned last weekend and swung his handbag onto the passenger seat before making a far more elegant entry than his previous attempts. He was more nervous than his first venture out, that was driven by the need to get the polish remover, but this trip was by choice, he drove round the block of the supermarket three times before he summoned the courage to go in. Although feeling extremely nervous indeed he was trembling as other customers checked out the "woman in the animal print dress" the supermarket trip went without incident. An hour and a half later he steered the red Mini out of the underground car park for the second time that morning, this time turning left and heading for the main shopping area. Growing in confidence he strolled through the shopping area, occasionally stopping and admiring the displays in the womenswear shops and for the first time in his life being able to linger without embarrassment. At the fourth women's clothes shop he spotted a decorative embroidered tunic dress, a beautiful LBD which he just had to have, he walked inside and cruised the aisle, his gait and posture gave no hint that he was not a woman. Just as he found the rack holding the LBD in the window an assistant approached, "Hello. Can I help miss?" she sang. "Oh, yes the black dress in the window, do you have it in a size 12?" Nick responded in his light feminine tones. "I think we still have one, let me see," the assistant said as she rattled the hangers, locating a 12 and removing it with a flourish from the rail, she held it up towards Nick. "Here we are, would you like to try it on? The dressing rooms are over here." She turned without waiting for a response and motioned for Nick to follow her, somewhat flabbergasted Nick followed her, as he had intended to just buy the dress without trying it on. The assistant fully opened the partly open curtain of a cubicle, hung the dress on a hook and motioned to Nick to enter, which he did, adding, "Thank You" as the assistant swished the curtain shut. Standing with his back to the curtain, Nick undid the back zip of his dress, removed his arms from the sleeves and allowed the dress to pool on the floor, stepping out he bent elegantly at the knee, picked it up and hung it on a spare hook. Taking the new dress off the hanger he undid the rear button at the keyhole feature, he stepped in and just as he was about to do up the button, the curtain swished open, "How are we doing? Here let me help" the effusive assistant called as she reached out and deftly closed the button. Adding, "There's a mirror here," as Nick turned. He stepped out of the cubicle and admired himself in the mirror. "It gorgeous, I love it" Nick enthused, as he felt his member stiffen in its confines, he did in truth look gorgeous, not a hint of masculinity to be seen he was enthralled, the sheer sleeves adding to the femininity of the whole vision. He swayed and twisted admiring his femininity, he felt totally immersed in the feminine, he was delighted that he could carry this off, his confidence grew by leaps and bounds especially as the assistant said "Oh that's beautiful, it looks better on you than any of the others I've sold." "Thank you," he said blushing. "It is wonderful isn't it?" "I'll take it" as he stepped back into the cubicle. He closed the curtain and quickly changed, placing his new purchase on the hanger he hurried to the till, followed by the eager assistant, at the till she scanned the dress and with a practised ease folded the garment and slid it into the store's stiff paper bag "?49.50 please," she said standing the carrier bag on the counter Nick fumbled in his handbag and thoughtlessly produced his credit card which he proffered to the assistant. "I'll have to get a purse," he thought. The assistant fed the card into the machine, she raised an eyebrow as she read the name on the card Mr Nicholas Webb, but not wanting to lose her commission stayed mum and handed Nick the card reader. Nick entered the PIN, whilst the assistant scrutinised him, she'd served trannies before but she could not discern any maleness in the woman standing before her, "I'll pop the receipt in the bag" as she handed Nick the bag in on hand and returned his card with the other. Nick turned to leave "Thank you, and bye," he trilled. "Bye and I'm sure he'll like it." "Sorry?" Nick responded. "Your husband or whoever's card it is." "Of course, I'm sure he will" Nick beamed and was still smiling to himself as he entered the store next door, he found himself with a new found confidence, he hadn't been read, by someone who would know, he happily browsed the rails like all the other women in this new store when he found it, an angora belted coat trench with notch lapel, in a pale camel colour. He quickly sorted out a size 12 and removed it from the hanger, he put down his newly purchased dress and handbag and shrugged himself into the coat, he thoughtlessly wrapped the left side over the right, as a man would, but suddenly realised his error and quickly corrected himself fastening the concealed button and then the belt round his now higher faux waist, the coat fell to just above the knee, he walked over to a mirror revelling in the comfort of the coat, he tilted his head to one side and admired himself, and his soon to be new coat. He loved the way it fitted and even liked the fact that the hem of his animal print dress showed a couple of inches below the coat, he marvelled at his legs. "You don't have a bad pair of pins -even though I say so myself" he mused, and it was true many a woman would be jealous of his legs. Once again his reverie was broken by an enthusiastic salesperson who quickly sealed the deal, no comment was made as he added nearly ?250 to his credit card, he had asked to wear the coat out, he was feeling the chill as the temperature was dropping nearer to the norm for February and the assistant obliged by cutting of the price tags and other labels, he walked out of the store brimming with happiness and joy. His next store to call was across the road from where he exited wearing his camel coat, he carefully made his way across and started perusing the long boots, after trying on several pairs he tried on a brown knee high pair with side zip fastening mid block heel, buckle and strap feature with a round toe, he felt sure the male assistant was feeling him up as he helped Nick pull on the boots, Nick smiled to himself and thought, "If only you knew what I'm hiding in my panties matey, I think you might have quite a surprise." He smiled generously at the pervy lad and after doing the usual walk to and from the mirror, returned to the seat and replaced his courts on his nylon clad and now achy feet. After buying the boots he continued shopping until nearly 5pm, laden with purchases he wearily made his way home, with a contented smile. He made his way into his bedroom and dumped the bags on the bed, he'd spent far more than intended but he was delighted, apart from the purchases already mentioned he'd spent nearly a ?1000, his buying had included a purse and matching brown designer handbag, some new earrings and other jewellery, more undies including camis, a garter belt and seamed stockings, makeup items, a couple of blouses and a skirt. He sat on the bed removed his heels and rubbed his weary toes, in the same way he'd seen his mother do many times, which suddenly reminded him "Shit" he thought "I haven't rung Mum about lunch tomorrow" . He walked out to the kitchen poured himself a white wine and picked up the phone. He didn't want to go, he decided to ring Jenny, his lifelong friend who lived next door but two when they were growing up, Jenny stilled lived with her parents, they had been very close and still met occasionally when Jen wasn't chasing boys. In his male register he coughed. "Hi, is Jen there? Its Nick," he replied as Jen's Dad had answered the phone, a moment later Jen was on the phone. They tittle-tattled for several minutes, before Jen asked what he'd been up to today. "Oh just shopping" he quickly responded. "Yes, what did you buy?" she inquired. "A lovely coat" he replied without thinking. "Lovely?" Jen mused. "Odd, strange word for Nick to use." "Tell me, what's it like?" she asked. "Better than that, how about I show you?" he proffered. "That'd be good, when, where?" "How about Starbuck's tomorrow 4o'clock, then maybe we can come back here, I've got quite a bit of new stuff I'd like your opinion on" he ventured "That'd be great" she enthused. "OK done, just one thing, I've changed my look quite a bit, so try and keep calm." Jenny tried for a full 5 minutes to get to the meaning of this but Nick refused to say anymore, teasing Jen he knew she was intrigued and would not be able to contain herself until she had. Eventually they hung up agreeing to meet as arranged. Nick then called his mother and gently let her down regarding Sunday lunch, but agreed that he would definitely come the next Sunday. Nick spent the rest of the evening unpacking his purchases, finishing the bottle of wine as he did, he was tempted to try much of it on again, but resisted the temptation, making do with holding his LBD, skirts and blouses to his body and admiring himself in the mirror, finally hanging them in the wardrobe and carefully folding those items which he would keep in drawers. He got ready for bed, popping his estrogen, as had become routine, he slept till 12 the next day, waking with a start, he slowly rose, the wine hangover kicking in. After several strong coffees the clock was approaching two, he ran a sweetly perfumed bubble bath, he luxuriated in the hot bath until it started to cool and after patting himself dry and wrapping a towel round his wet hair turban style. He spent a full five minutes considering the contents of his wardrobe, before deciding on what to wear for his coffee shop meeting. He decided on the animal print dress and accessories he had worn for his shopping expedition, but half way through applying his makeup he sprang up re- hung the animal print and replaced it with the red peplum dress, his new boots instead of the black courts. Once he had nearly finished his makeup, and styling his hair which now had an even tighter under curl than yesterday, he slid in his pearl stud earrings. He selected his newly purchased white silk teddy, with underwired cups, with lace decoration, it took him some time to get into the garment and correctly positioning his breastforms and form his small cleavage, he rolled on the tan tights before doing the poppers at the teddy's gusset, as he moved to pick up the red dress he marvelled at the way the silk undergarment caressed different parts of his body. Soon he applied the finishing touch to his makeup, a russet red lipstick, which went well with his bronze nails. At every makeup session he was becoming more adept and achieving a softer look, his hair was developing a healthier sheen, though he barely realised this, he did revel in the look he was achieving more and more. He looked across at the clock, it was 3.50pm, he was going to be late, but "that was OK girls were always late, it's allowed" he mused, cracking a smile and remembering the many times Jen had used that excuse. Hid slid the delicate gold chain, around his slender neck, fiddling with the clasp until it locked into place, he completed his look with a large silk scarf, in autumnal colours, doubled over and tied in a loose knot, so the chain could still be seen, a quick spritz of perfume he was good to go. After transferring his makeup, money, phone and other bits to the small brown designer handbag, he shrugged on his coat, adjusted the collar and bent his head as he donned the bag bandolier style across his front, he made his way to the front door, momentarily checking his appearance at the hall mirror and shushing his hair, he walked confidently out of his flat and made his way to Starbuck's, what a difference a week had made, he was no longer terrified to venture out en femme. It was just gone 4.10 when Jen, who had been sipping coffee for twenty minutes, called Nick on her mobile for the second time, just as the voicemail message cut in, Nick's Mini appeared, she looked down at her phone and switched it off placed it her bag on the bar in the window where she sat on a high stool, as she looked up her jaw dropped, a woman, not Nick, had elegantly climbed out of the driver's seat and was making her way stylishly across the road. As she carefully mounted the pavement, the woman rippled her fingers in feminine wave in the direction of Jen, who the woman had spotted in the window seat. "oooooh myyy God its Nick" Jen thought with shocked recognition. The woman entered the coffee house, thanking and smiling at the departing male customer who held the door for her; she made her way directly to Jen. "Hi, Jen let's sit over there in that booth, it's a little more private," in a quiet delicate register, she had said as she had delicately caught Jen by the upper arms and air kissed her on both cheeks, Jen's jaw had dropped even further as she heard her companion's voice. In a daze Jen stood and turned to the indicated booth, Nick picked up Jen's bag and ushered her into the new seat, "Latte Jen?" Nick asked, Jen nodded, as Nick carefully lifted her chin, and smiled, he had rarely if ever seen Jen speechless. Jen was still barely able to speak as Nick returned with two lattes "Well?" he enquired. "You haven't said a word." "Your coat is gorgeous," Jen spluttered as she brushed the angora sleeve. "And you, you look absolutely amazing." "Thank you, you're looking good too." Then added in a whisper, "Call me Angela by the way." Soon they were deep in conversation, Angela doing most of the talking, explaining to her life time friend how Nick had become Angela, Jen occasionally interjecting with questions like; Had she told her mother? How did she change her voice? Was she full time? As they both drained the last of their lattes, they agreed to go back to Angela's, so Jen could see her wardrobe and show Angela a few makeup tips and styles she could manage with her hair without looking femme at work, Jen worked in a nearby beauty salon as a hairstylist. As Angela drove back to her flat, she explained to her passenger, how she had been so jealous whenever Jen had got new clothes or hairstyles as they grew through their teenage years. At the flat they both spent the next hour or so having a private fashion show, sipping white wine and generally giggling like a pair of thirteen year old schoolgirls. Jen had for the first time ever stripped to her bra and panties in front of her lifelong pal, after an hour she even shrugged of her white bra totally without embarrassment, to change into Angela's black silk balcony bra, in order to try on the LBD, Angela had no sexual stirring at the first time sight of her friend's pert breasts, just a pang of jealousy wishing her breasts were as full and perky. "This bra is divine," Jen enthused as she stepped into the LBD, which fitted her perfectly. She gushed about the LBD and enquired where Angela had bought the two black items, she loved them. After changing back into her own clothes, Jen spent much of the rest of the evening showing Angela makeup and hair tips, Angela revelled in the new found information. Shortly before eleven and a bottle of wine each, Jen made her excuses to leave; Angela ordered a taxi for her, within five minutes the intercom buzzed, Jen gathered her coat and made for the door, as Angela opened the door to her flat she said, "Thanks for being so understanding and I'll see you soon I hope." "That's what friends are for, and of course you will silly, and don't forget when you go full time I want to do your hair, and thanks for a lovely evening." Surprising Angela, Jen planted a kiss full on her friend's lips and slipped into the corridor. Angela was soon in bed, after tidying up the carnage of the dress up session and removing her makeup, popped her pill and asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Nick woke with a start the next day; it was nearly eight, he was late and had a thumping headache. He rushed to get ready for work, he didn't have time for a shower, ten minutes later he was dashing out of his flat, having quickly but carelessly cleaning his nails and removing the extensions, splashing his face with cold water and gathering his hair in a low male ponytail. For the second Monday running his week started at work with him giving his normal team talk to the girls in his call-centre team, Sheila this week did not have to scrutinise him in microscopic detail, to see what was troubling her, it screamed out at her! Nick had definitely had his brows shaped in a feminine manner, the faint whiff of expensive perfume had caught her nostrils as he had walked by, the ponytail had definite body and curl, and there was clear evidence of bronze nail polish on his nails as he pointed out details on the whiteboard presentation, but the absolute confirmation was the pearl stud earring in each ear. It suddenly hit her and she could not help but giggling loudly, she recalled the familiar looking woman at the pharmacy in the red dress, who drove a red Mini, who'd bought hair dye and a bronze nail polish, it was Nick he was a tranny. The others all looked at Sheila, in an attempt to see what she found so funny, Nick broke from his talk. "What's so funny Sheila?" he grumpily enquired. "Oh nothing, just something that happened at the weekend," she tittered. "You had to be there," she added with sarcasm, and covertly nodding her head at her three lunch mates. Nick completed his team talk without further ado, his suspicions were not raised, he had forgotten the accidental meeting that previous Sunday, as the meeting broke up Sheila quickly appraised the other girls of her realisation, they agreed with her hypothesis and the morning soon became filled with a flurry of emails between Sheila, Sue, Anne, and Marie. They formulated a plan which would be outlined to Nick at lunch, Nick paled visibly as he read the email from Sheila, timed 12.33 "Nikki You are cordially invited to join me, Sue, Anne, and Marie for lunch at 1pmin Kwik Bites, for a discussion on women's fashion. The nail varnish you bought last Sunday (the 16th) goes well with your colouring :) Be there or be warned Lol Sheils xx Ps like the new earrings by the way" He thought "Sheila knew, he did not need this, how did she know after a week?" Then he saw his nails he had not done a good job of cleaning them in his alcoholic daze that morning. He paled even further, as he read the PS, his hand rose to his lobe, quickly he removed the jewellery and popped them into his pocket. There was nothing for it he would have to meet for lunch to see what they did or did not know and what they wanted. The four girls were sitting a table for six as Nick approached. "Hi Nikki," they chimed in unison. "Sit," Anne ordered patting the seat next to he. "Well," started Sheila, "I suppose you're going to deny that it was you I saw in the pharmacy the other Sunday." "No," Nick curtly replied. "Well you certainly had me confused, I knew, I knew that woman, so the others here would like to see you as Nikki, I assume you have a little black number?" Without awaiting a response she added, "As you know we girls have a night out once a month, and we're inviting you, eight at Carlo's Thursday night." "And if I don't do it, then what?" "If you don't come we'll put you all over Facebook, tell HR they employ a pervy tranny, we can see they don't know yet as you've take your earrings out. Then we'll even tell your mum" adding "Oh and to confirm you'll be there just use that hair dye you bought, on Wednesday evening, so Thursday morning we can confirm the table for five on in the evening, that'll be all Nikki," pausing before adding, "for now!" Nick rose in silence, a tear forming in the corner of his eye, the girls quickly huddled together and were laughing heartily as he made his way back to work. At work he sat numbed for fully an hour before he formed a plan, he wasn't going down without a fight. He called Steve Macadam in HR and booked Wednesday off, he then made three more appointments for his day off. He spent the rest of the day in something of a daze and ignored the four women whenever they referred to him as Nikki. It was 5 to 10 on Thursday morning when Angela made her way to Steve Macadam's office, she wore the same red dress as when she had met Jen on Sunday, only this time her hair had been coloured a rich almost red chestnut, it had been trimmed into a sharp wedged bob and permed so the ends curled under and forwards, framing her expertly made up face, the now painfully thin brows arched over her green eyes with the professionally applied lashes, her burgundy gelled finger nails sparkled as she nervously clasped her brown bag with one hand and knocked on Steve's door. She flushed slightly as he called come in, whether it was the occasion or the strong dose of female hormones and anti-androgens coursing through her veins, she wasn't sure. Not looking up Steve requested take a seat, as she moved forward he looked up and gasped, "Good grief" he thought "now I think I can see why Nick's done this" admiring the female form in front of him. Angela had called, yesterday, to set up this meeting as soon as she had left the doctor's office, outlining why she had to see him. He had said he would need to call Head Office and find out the company policy on transgendered staff. Angela crossed right leg over her left with an assured elegance, and started to nervously swing her right foot, in its red peep toed shoe as she waited for Steve to speak. "Well, Nick," Steve started, Angela reached into her bag and retrieved two letters as she cut in, "Angela, I'd like to be called Angela from now on." "Well Angela, I called HQ and they have brought me up to speed on the company policy regarding people in your situation, and it goes as follows, you are able to maintain your position providing you do not have face to face contact with the public and as they put it you don't look like a lumberjack in a frock or dress in inappropriate fetish wear or something, otherwise we may have had to reposition you in the organisation," adding, "as neither of those apply to you, I'm happy to say you can resume work immediately." Angela proffered the two letters to Steve, he reached out asking, "And these are?" "One's a letter from my doctor confirming that I have started my real life test and transitioning from male to female, the other is a letter from my solicitor confirming my name will be changed to Angela Webb as soon as the paperwork completes." "Excellent, do you mind if I copy them?" "Feel free." Right let's get the new you introduced to your team, we'll do it in two groups who shall we get first?" "Mandy, Carol and Jackie please." "OK," he said picked up the phone. "Ah Mandy, Steve Macadam, can you Carol and Jackie come up to meeting room 2 please, right away." Five minutes later the gaggle of three girls chirped into the meeting room where Steve and a woman sat with her back to the door, the three had been trying to guess what they were wanted for but had no clue, they were obviously aware Nick was unusually absent and had thought he may be ill or had an accident. As they sat they each considered the chestnut haired woman who sat impassively, looking at Steve. Steve started, "Thank you for coming so promptly ladies; I would like to introduce you to Angela, your new team leader." The three gasped and looked at each other surprised and confused, then at Angela, "What's happened to Nick?" Jackie inquired, looking at Steve, Angela responded in her female register, "I'm still here but would like to be known as Angela from now on, my change shouldn't affect you in any way, except now you can always ask me for a spare pair of tights should the need arise!" The three girls gasped again, Steve outlined that Nick's change to Angela and how it should not affect them in any way and that they could return to their desks and send the other four up, but not to tell them a thing. The three hurried out of the meeting room and could not contain themselves as they furiously discussed the changes in Nick, they all agreed he appeared to have, and wondered how; he had become a woman almost overnight. The four conspirators appeared shortly after, they were somewhat more concerned that they may have broken some company rule in issuing their ultimatum to Nick on Monday, and that he'd reported them; the meeting followed the lines of the first meeting with his team but this time Angela, cut in straight after Steve's introduction. "You all know who I was, and that I was in touch with my feminine side, which I have now decided to embrace, as you can see.... hopefully. Just let's say that you can all work as well for me as Angela as you did for me as Nick," adding, "As I said to the others I may even be a useful source of spare tights should you need them." With relief the four returned to their desks, with less clamour than the first group, they did agree that Angela's invite to dinner should still stand. Angela made her way to her desk and after hanging her coat, sat at her desk removing an unopened packet of tan tights and placing them in drawer. She flinched slightly as she sat down, remembering the nurse's words as she had injected her yesterday. "You'll feel a couple of pricks and then it'll go cold." The high dose estrogen had caused him, at the time, to think, "Well this is it - no going back now." Thursday continued without much incident, she was thrilled however each time a caller referred to her as Miss, and noticed that all the girls of her team queried some part of his appearance and where she had purchased the item, where she had her hair done, where her nails where done and were they gel or acrylics, she enjoyed herself enormously and more than she had for some time at work. Towards the end of the shift Sheila came across and confirmed Angela's invite to Carlo's still stood, she was thrilled. After work she called Jen to thank her once again and tell her all the details of her day, she kept it relatively short as she had to get ready to go out. At just past eight, she stood in the foyer at Carlo's, holding her handbag quickly switching hands as the Ma?tre D' helped her off with her coat, he guided her to the table where two of his workmates sat, they both assessed their new found colleague as she shimmied across the room. "She's got better legs than me the bitch," Marie joked to Anne. "And Sue," Anne jokily added, Angela stooped and air kissed each girl on both cheeks, they both complimented Angela on her look, in fact it was tinged with an element of jealously, after all, how could what was really still a man look so good in a dress. They were soon joined by the other two and the air kiss ritual was repeated, once they were all seated Angela led the proceedings by calling the waiter over and ordering champagne, while they waited for the sparkly wine Angela, made the only speech she had prepared. "I'd like to thank you all for forcing me into this, but in truth you've only hurried along what I was planning in any case, and I can tell you that as yet I don't regret a thing, so thank you all once again, and thanks for inviting me, and as my treat the sparkles is on me." The waiter arrived, poured the champagne, Sheila raised her glass and toasted. "To the girls.... new and old," looking first at Angela then the others. "Less of the old!" responded Sue, who was in fact the oldest there. They all laughed at that and from then on the evening went well, Angela having to field many questions on her change, sexuality and the like, the only time Angela felt excluded was when the chat turned to the topic of the friends' boyfriends, and she wondered what it would be like to take a man the way a woman does. She made her way home feeling that she indeed had forged four new friendships, different in the way these relationships had been when she'd been Nick, the girls also felt they had found a new friend, with the exception of Anne who still had doubts as to what Nick was doing, she was not easy with his change to Angela at all, it just wasn't natural to her. That Saturday at about eleven in the morning, just as Angela dropped her supermarket shopping bags on the breakfast bar, the phone rang, without thinking Angela picked and said, "Hello, who is this?" in a sing-along feminine register. "It's your mother, so it's true...... it's you is it Angela?" with venomous emphasis on the Angela. "When were you going to tell me?" "Mum I'm sorry, tomorrow." "Well it's too late, I know now." "Who told you?" "Nobody, a letter arrived from the hospital today, addressed to Ms Angela Webb, well as she's never lived here I opened it, imagine my surprise when I find an appointment with a psychiatrist specialising in gender dysphoria, I had to look it up you know, also a load of bumf about counselling and smoothing your transition to womanhood, what the hell is going on?" "I'm a girl mother," he replied bluntly, yet still femininely "You're not! You're a boy, my son you're not a girl," she loudly retorted. "No you're so wrong, I've always known I am a girl," he trilled. "What on earth have you done, your voice, what else" she bellowed "how can you do this to me, what will the neighbours, the rest of the family think?" "I'm just realising what I've always wanted mum." "Oh are you, well I don't want to know, call me when you're a man again," and slammed the phone down. "Fool," Angela thought. "The doctor changed my name on the records but I didn't tell him I've moved damn, damn!" Shell shocked Angela slumped on the sofa and sobbed uncontrollably for what seemed like hours, she ran a bath and tried to soak away her sorrows, it didn't work so she applied herself to depilating her legs arms and body using the electrical epilator, she then moved on to her beard which had become noticeably sparser and thinner since she had started using the pulsed light hair remover, a month ago, whether it was due to this light or the hormones or a combination she didn't know and didn't care, it was having the desired effects. She had intended to use it all over, but found it was too slow and wearisome using it on her legs arms and body and so had bought the electrical epilator. As she was completing the work to her top lip the phone startled her. She jumped up. "Hello?" she asked quietly. "Its Mum, Angela, I think I may have been a little harsh earlier, I want you to come to lunch, tomorrow at two o'clock, and come in at taxi, I don't want the neighbours curtains twitching if you turn up in your car." His mother had thought long and hard in the intervening hours, she had lost Bob, her husband, Nick's dad only two years before and she did not want to lose her child so soon after. "Ok mom, and thanks for calling me Angela, I'll see you at two." A smile crossed her face and she returned to her beard removal, she was tempted to drive tomorrow but relented not wanting to upset her mother further, she ordered a taxi for 1.45 the next day. Suddenly panicked Angela thought about what she would wear to see her mother for lunch she rooted through her wardrobe and decided that she needed a new dress, returning from the shops 4hours later she had purchased a green scoop neck dress with a shiny chevron detail to the front and back, and a pair of white strappy sandals with a four inch stiletto heel, carefully storing her new purchases in the wardrobe, she realised that her male clothing was there also. After a quick bite to eat, she resolved in removing all items of male clothing that she possessed and gathering it all up and made three trips to the recycling bins in the basement. Once the clearance was complete, she spent the rest of the evening sipping wine and cleaning the polish off her toes and reapplying three coats of burgundy which nearly matched her fingernail gel, she showered and once dry applied the fake tan, that Jen had recommended that Wednesday evening at the salon, before mindlessly watching the TV and sipping wine, tucked up on the sofa in her dressing gown and nightie, her long browner legs tucked up beneath her. Just before eleven she retired, her final action was to take her now prescription hormones and anti androgen. Rising the next day with the same pill routine, she leisurely had a light breakfast, and then carefully applied her makeup, shading her eyes in the same turquoise green as the dress she was to wear, once satisfied and looking every inch a picture she changed her earrings to a small diamond stud, which she matched with a necklace with a solitaire diamond. 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A night of firsts

I was a horny but shy guy in school and I never had the guts to ask girls out. After getting out of high school I finally had to shed my virginity. I was a regular at the local adult bookstore and I decided to get a swingers magazine. I still lived at home so I had to try to find someone to host After sending several letters out I got a reply back from Joe and Patty, they were in their mid 40’s. Patty was a tiny blond with a nice body. Joe was a taller guy 6’3” about 250 with a slight beer gut....

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A night of many firsts

I was never a big hit with the girls in High School and I was a virgin by the time I graduated. Now with living at home and just working I didn't have a real chance to date. It was the 80's and I didn't have a computer yet and when I hit at the age of 18 I was able to go to the Adult bookstores and I was a k** in the candy store. Well I would gather up some masturbating supplies and race home to jerk off, some of the items I would get were the local swingers magazine. I figured that I wanted to...

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A Night of Firsts

A Night of Firsts By Sexy Laura This story is property of me, and may not be resubmitted without my consent. [email protected] ************************* "Tommy.. Can you give me a hand for a second?? Please???" I hated when my sister Shelley asked me for a favor when she had clients over. I always feel uncomfortable. Especially since my sister has a clientele that is slightly different then most people would imagine. She is a professional dominatrix. Complete with the...

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Night of Many Firsts

Night of Many firsts (Part One)Don Abdul ©She was engaged to be married, but a couple of weeks to the wedding, her whole world came crashing down around her, when she received an anonymous tip that took her to a motel on the edge of town. At the motel, she caught her man, and her would-be maid of honor, stepping out from a raunchy fuck fest…..The trauma of that incident and the heartbreak it caused her would have put some other person in a sanatorium. Dawn however is a sister with attitude, so,...

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Night of Many Firsts

Night of Many firsts (Part One)Don Abdul ©She was engaged to be married, but a couple of weeks to the wedding, her whole world came crashing down around her, when she received an anonymous tip that took her to a motel on the edge of town. At the motel, she caught her man, and her would-be maid of honor, stepping out from a raunchy fuck fest.....The trauma of that incident and the heartbreak it caused her would have put some other person in a sanatorium. Dawn however is a sister with attitude,...

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Feet9

Do you like footjobs and are you looking for a foot fetish tube like Feet 9? We all have our own dirty little secrets when it comes to pornography and the particular shit that makes our cock hard, and I am here with a site that is filled with hotties who love to use their feet and pleasure their loved ones; the feet9.com. There is a lot to be seen here, so I will happily explain everything you should know!This might be the first time that I was not really annoyed by the white background of the...

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LoveHerFeet

Do you Love Her Feet as much as you love a pornstar’s pretty face, luscious titties and perfect round ass? Some perverts don’t appreciate the curve of a feminine arch or a woman’s sexy pedicured toes, the kind that makes your mouth water just watching them wiggle on the screen. Me? I love a nice pair of tootsies so much my sister always had to hide her socks, lest they end up all soggy and sticky. This next website is just as much fun, without making Christmas dinners awkward.LoveHerFeet.com...

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WikiFeet X

Wiki Feet X! If there's anything that a man needs in his life, that would be the impressive aesthetic of the female body. While some men prefer to watch other men and all that jazz...most of us would agree that girls are the prettier ones of the two genders, even their feet. Whatćs interesting though feet happen to be more popular these days though, and that's what WikiFeetX.com is all about. This somewhat obscure little porn page is going to teach you everything you need to know about the...

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FeetFinder

I wonder if Feet Finder ever gets visitors who are just looking for a brand of sneakers that puts out irregular sizes for their weird-ass feet. But, of course, since you’re reading this on ThePornDude, you probably already know precisely what kind of foot-based fun you’ll find on this site. It isn’t a shop for corrective orthopedic insoles; I’ll tell you that much, so apologies to the podiatrists looking for endorsement deals. But, on the other hand, if you became a foot doctor because toes...

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Feet

Reddit Feet, aka r/Feet! I’m going to gain access to any of a chick’s best bits I’m choosing her pussy or tits. Maybe even her asshole if I’m feeling especially kinky and want some of that anal action. But feet? Come on, that’s like saying you want to get jerked off by her eyelid.Maybe I don’t fucking get it. Plenty of people have foot fetishes: a female foot basically plays a supporting role in every Quentin Tarantino film. Harvey Weinstein would dip his foot in peanut butter, and while his...

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Feet and Toes Part One

My favorite of his friends was named Sean. He was a really chill guy, just like me. He was the one who had invited me to hang out with their group of friends the first time, and the one who had convinced my brother it was OK to buy me beer. He was about 5’10” with straight, light brown, borderline-blonde hair. He was thin, but muscular, and had the kind of tan that came from being outside all the time. For my part, I was around 5’7” with thick, wavy hair that was a dark brown...

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Feetloving Kate part one

My name is Kate, I'm 18 years old. I love looking at the feet of other girls. Actually, not only look but also think and dream about them ... I do not know how it started, at first it was just a peek, a glance from time to time. Now it's staring. I find the girls' feet amazingly beautiful.I'm finishing high school and I am a completely "normal" girl. Even my closest friends don't know about my "passion" for the feet. I'm ashamed to tell them.I use every opportunity to see beautiful feet in real...

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feet a closer taste

friends he knew from an old neighborhood. They were all girls, go figure. The problem for me was that they were all 14 years old, just too young for my taste. They were fun to hang out with though. Being out of school for the summer and having my own wheels, I decided in my boredom to visit the girls on my own. Mary was out with her parents that day, leaving me with Nicole, Christine, and Janet and we played basketball outside for about two hours. Chris said that she was...

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Feet Fun with the soccer team

Helping to coach the girls soccer team has been lots of fun. They are a great group of girls who I have seen grow up from little girls to young adults. They have known me for so long they are as comfortable as can be with me. After practice one day two of them stuck around to work on a couple things. After another hour of working with Jessica and Andrea we decided we were done and they were going to head into the locker room to change. I figured I would wait outside since the campus was empty...

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Mayhem in a PillChapter 12 A Day of Firsts

First day of school for both Murphy kids saw a return of a family tradition: Mom fixed a full breakfast for everyone. Pancakes, bacon, sausage, eggs, fruits and all kinds of baked goods. She generally cooks for the family, then the mothers from the neighborhood carpool come and enjoy a wonderful meal at their own pace. There were usually a few empty bottles of wine in the trash when the kids returned home from the first day of school. Rumor has it the same carpoolers also got together toward...

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A Real Challenge A Night of Firsts

Reassured of my dominance, I licked his cum off my hands and went back to his friend. I patted his hard cock on my tongue, moaning playfully. I was having the time of my life, people were stopping in the street to watch, and I was loving it. I took the second man’s cock back into my mouth again and again, slowing going deeper each time. Then I kept my tongue out, flicking along the underside of his shaft as I took him down my throat. As the tip of my tongue touched his balls, he came, sending a...

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A Night Of Firsts

The date did not get off to a good start. I arrived early as always, ordered a drink and found a nice seat outside to enjoy the amazing summer sun that for once was beating down on London. As the minutes ticked by I began to think that I’d been stood up. Suddenly, fifteen minutes late, my phone buzzed with a message apologising but assuring me she was on her way.She finally arrived thirty minutes late and I was taken aback - she had looked very cute online but her picture really didn’t do her...

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Living Next Door to Heaven 163 Firsts

"Mr. Clinton, this is Brian Frost." "Hello, Brian." Did he sound exceptionally cool? "Sir, I have been given the privilege of accompanying your daughter, Cassandra, on her first official date this Saturday." "I'm aware. She told me months ago. I suppose there isn't much I can say about it, now. What is it you wanted?" "I wanted to make sure my choice of activities would meet with your approval before I purchased the tickets. The Notre Dame Ballet Company is performing...

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A Few Firsts

OK this time in my life was turbulent, as far as sexual relations developed, with here I am at the beginning of the Sexual Revolution, Vietnam Protests, Protests in general, Peace Love Dope, Flower Power, Flower c***dren, Acid Rock, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Timothy Leary, even the dawn of Gay Rights. That plus I had a head start in knowledge. I was torn between what I was taught was proper and paths others led me down. My girlfriend, which I was taught was the normal thing, I thought, where...

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Firsts

"I need to find someone to take me camping," she said while standing in my cubicle. We'd just been talking about how much we enjoyed camping and the outdoors and I'd been showing her some of my nature photos. I can't even remember what brought it all up, but it was fun to open up with a coworker like that. I like to feel the intimacy that comes from opening up to others and having them accept me. It's even better when we have similar interests and I can feel that rapport growing almost...

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A Night of Firsts

We had been building up to this for many months. She was the gorgeous account manager, I was the admiring customer. She had captivated me from the first moment we met, and countless texts, emails and phone calls later, I knew she was someone very special. Innocent on the outside, something much more intriguing on the inside. After a fabulous dinner, followed by a few drinks in one of those hidden bars that only the locals know in my town, she boldly told me it was high time I delivered one of...

1 year ago
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A Fist Full of Firsts

David Miller and his wife Mandy were an attractive looking couple in their late thirties. Mandy stood just under five and a half feet, with David nearly six. Though David had always admired his wife's full rounded breasts as being one of her major attributes, her tight muscular ass was certainly another which he couldn't help but reach out and fondle whenever she walked by. Mandy of course thought her eyes to be her best feature, an almost cobalt blue that was accentuated greatly by her near...

2 years ago
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A Lot of Firsts

My encounter at the Seattle ABS frightened me so much that is was three or four months before I would go into another one and I had transferred to San Diego in the meantime.I had been thinking about that blowjob and decided that since I had enjoyed it so much I was curious to try some more and what better place to try to find more than another ABS. There were a few of them some distance from the base so it seemed safe. This was back before Don’t Ask Don’t Tell so the services were still...

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A Vacation Of Firsts

We find Eric St Clare naked and under the sheets of king size hotel bed, oblivious to the rain and thunder outside. His arms are wrapped around a stunning dark haired beauty clad only in nylons and garter belt. They are sharing gentle kisses on each other's necks and lips as Eric allows his hands to run across her naked breasts as well as her nylon covered legs.A soft moan escapes the brunette's red parted lips as Eric slowly draws his fingertips up the back of her leg and he marvels at the...

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Billys Firsts

Some time ago my older sister caught me out in the Rumpus room with a girlie magazine. I was having a quiet wank over a full page layout of a gorgeous blonde bird who was sprawled out on a bed working on her fat juicy pussy with a huge dildo. I was only 14 at the time and my sister was a well developed 15 year old and aggressive with it. She grabbed my mag. and with a wicked grin she flounced off out of the room calling over her shoulder "I've got you now you little bastard, one peep out of...

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Stupid BoyChapter 2 Many Firsts

Labor Day was the busiest day of the season for Dad and his Parks and Recreation staff. The parks would be full and it was the last day they had the public pools open. Greg and I always had to help in some way. For some reason Greg had gotten out of helping this time. He got up early and left for the day. Dad made me help the lifeguards at the main pool. You had to be 16 to do it for money so I was an unpaid volunteer, or that was what Dad told me. By 11:00 am the pool was packed. It was a...

2 years ago
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So Many Firsts

I was out of town on a business trip. Work ran late at the client's office and I was a little tired, but really wanted a drink. Not knowing the area, I just drove around until I found a decent-looking bar. As I made my way in, I only noticed that the lights were dim and the bar was set up like a relaxed club. The theme was very post-modern and there was electronic music playing in the background, but nothing too loud. I streamlined my way to the bar and asked for a drink. As soon...

3 years ago
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Chosen Frozen IIChapter 16 Day of Firsts

The General sat behind his desk, grumbling to Chaz, who was ensconced in one of Michael's Shanghai Art Deco guest chairs. Chaz carefully hid his growing amusement. Bâtisse himself was now quartered in a pen out in the main dome near the base fire hall, with a replicator that pumped out carefully measured quantities of weed and shrubbery clippings every few hours. He was a source of endless fascination for everyone on base, young and old, and did not lack for visitors. "Only fucking goat...

1 year ago
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Ajs night of many firsts

My name is Josh I am 21 and I live with my girlfriend Ashley and her best friend Pamela. Ashley and I have been dating for 5 years. She is the most beautiful girl ever. She is 34-24-32, 5’5” and her hair was straight and black. Pamela was 5’3” had black hair measured 36-26-36. Ashley and I were very sexually active and she was very much bisexual so it was no surprise that the 3 of us had had a lot of threesomes and group sex. Ashley was very comfortable with me being sexually active with her...

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A Day of Firsts

"Ken?" my wife, Danielle, said to me one night while we were lying in bed. "Yea?" Here it comes, one of those "what are you thinking about" questions. Not quite. "When was your first time?" she asked. "Huh?" I said suprised. "You know, sex,"she said. "Mine?, you wouldn't want to here about it,"I said. "No, c'mon, I do." She snuggled up close to me. I put my hand up and ran my hand through her soft dark blonde hair. "Hmmmm, well,... My first time was back in ninth grade. "No...

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A Night of Firsts

Olivia here with yet another true story. My hubby and I had met and befriended a black couple at a Lifestyle party. There was a mutual attraction, but nothing came of it at that time. Olivia here with yet another true story. My hubby and I had met and befriended a black couple at a Lifestyle party. There was a mutual attraction, but nothing came of it at that time. It was getting close to several months before the holidays and Rich, Shana’s husband, was getting deployed. The next ladies...

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A True Night of Firsts

For the better part of a year, my wife and I carried on an MFM threesome with a younger man we had met online. He lived a little over six hundred miles from us, so meeting him took planning and travel. Jason was a great lover for my wife, and with his bisexual side, he and I were able to work together to satisfy my wife every time we met. Other than incidental contact in satisfying my wife, Jason, and I had not ever had any contact one-on-one. My wife had always remained our full center of...

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A holiday of firsts

Not long after the events mentioned in the previous story, my sweety and I found ourselves heading into Germany for a well-deserved, and more importantly, nice and private vacation near the beach. The idea of having that small brown canvas love nest to ourselves for slightly over three weeks was almost unfathomable. Next to already being a couple of permanently horny adolescents, the prospect of having the other to ourselves for almost a month had kicked things into high gear to say the least....

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Firsts

M. was just as surprised as me that W. had agreed to get together. Neither one of us thought it would actually happen since we started corresponding three months ago. But there we were at the local pub having drinks. The conversation flowed easily, much to my great relief. After an hour or so (and 3 drinks knocked back in quick succession) W. says, “Alright, let’s go.”The walk back to the house was quieter, as if we are all lost in our own thoughts. When we got inside and out of our coats...

4 years ago
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Triple Firsts

Chapter 1 School was out, summer was here and I was bored. Yes, bored. Like every kid, I'd eagerly awaited the end of school and the nice, long summer. But it didn't take me long to get bored, either. So, I got on the computer looking for friends online. And, Sandra was there. Now, Sandra Knox is in my grade and she's really pretty. Short blond hair, and she's really short, too. She's very short, maybe, four-ten or so. But, cute, real cute. So, I say 'hi' and she asked me if I wanted...

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Two new Firsts

About a year after I married my wife things had begun to get a bit cold in the bedroom, this was my first marriage but she had been married for fifteen years prior to me. I wanted to spice things up a bit so one night while laying in bed I asked her if she had any fantasies anything she wanted to try. To my surprise she had always wanted to be with another woman. As we talked all sorts of wonderful thoughts filled my mind; then the conversation turned to bondage and pain. By the end of the...

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Pleasured Principles AlphaChapter 4 Firsts

As I sat there thinking she continued to make my tea, but not her own. I asked her about this and she looked up from what she was doing and asked if it was my wish to have her make herself a cup of tea as well. Really? She was asking me if I wanted her to make a cup for herself? Ok, I decided to go along with it and instructed her to do so but to mind my tea and ensure that it came out properly. I'm not sure if it was because she did it intentionally, or if it was because she was just as...

4 years ago
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A Day For Firsts

‘Asshole!’ I stared up at him, dazed at his brazenness, watched him open the zipper and take out his erect penis. I sniggered at my mind’s choice of words, but the fleeting shadow of doubt in his eyes made me sober up. ‘It’s not you, it’s just this,’ my arms gestured wide, ‘this situation. It’s ape-shit crazy!’ ‘I want to see your tits,’ he growled instead of a reply, ‘Monica always flashes her udders when she sucks me.’ It was a slap in the face. Why didn’t I get up and run? Something about...

2 years ago
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Firsts

I could barely believe this was happening; Kara’s incredible, perfect, alabaster body pressed to mine, the perspiration of our lovemaking drying on our skin.She had come to the house with the intent of studying for an exam with my assistance. That had lasted for a couple of hours, but the effects of being so close to each other had finally overwhelmed us both and we had kissed. The kiss had grown passionate until both of us were trembling and panting.Her notes forgotten, I had lifted her into...

2 years ago
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feet suck

I woke up with my cousin ive always thought she had sexy feet. one day i went to her house to play. and she was alone and bare foot. i walked in to her room and i sat on her bed slowly reaching for her feet. i grabed her feet and started sucking on them and spitting on them she got horn and started to suck my perfectly painted hot pink toes. and we suck on eachothers feet for about two hours. she then asked me if she could call her boyfriend to come and fuck us and i said yes.he walked in and...

3 years ago
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Feet are Neat

It was my first real job. I mean, I had cleaned people's yards and done babysitting and stuff like that, but working in the shoe store was the first job where I had to show up at a certain time and got a paycheck every Friday. I had applied for 6 jobs before summer vacation and gotten 2 offers. The other job had been in a fast-food place, but they were paying $.35 less per hour, so I chose the shoe store. It was terminally boring, and for a while I wondered if I had made a bad decision. At...

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Family First

Family First By: Light Clark Synopsis: Adam had always known his family was unlucky. Since before he was even born, it seemed like misfortune was just drawn to them. Now a grown man and off in the army, he'd thought that string of bad luck had finally come to an end, but apparently, life had one more curveball to throw his way. Warning: This story takes place in my Tannen universe and contains spoilers for events in Trials of Tannen 04: The Sword That Was Lost. It is not necessary...

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Reflection 2 Youll always remember your first

Reflection 2 - You'll always remember your first By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers So with my 200th story as I promised I'm writing about men and my first date. You love them. You hate them. You are one or for some were one. Even though you think you know things from a male perspective, once you get close to a kiss or a hook up or a date.... Only thing I can I tell you for sure is you never do know what you think you know! That's for sure. So I love all my fans and thank...

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Stepmom still my first

my name is Trish (not real obviously) and I have been reading lots ofstories on various pages of late. Most of them are really exciting and someare quite different. If half of them are true, some of you are leadingextraordinary lives - I guess that mine is a little out of the norm as well.What I have wanted to write about for quite some time now, and am finallylegally old enough to do so (at least from a socially set "norm"perspective) is a true story about the lead up to and the first time...

2 years ago
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Moms still my first

my name is Trish (not real obviously) and I have been reading lots ofstories on various pages of late. Most of them are really exciting and someare quite different. If half of them are true, some of you are leadingextraordinary lives - I guess that mine is a little out of the norm as well.What I have wanted to write about for quite some time now, and am finallylegally old enough to do so (at least from a socially set "norm"perspective) is a true story about the lead up to and the first time...

3 years ago
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Moms still my first

My name is Trish (not real obviously) and I have been reading lots ofstories on various pages of late. Most of them are really exciting and someare quite different. If half of them are true, some of you are leadingextraordinary lives - I guess that mine is a little out of the norm as well.What I have wanted to write about for quite some time now, and am finallylegally old enough to do so (at least from a socially set "norm"perspective) is a true story about the lead up to and the first time...

1 year ago
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We Will Do Your Mom First

"I've decided, we'll do your mom first, then we'll do mine," I told Kevin as I leaned over and clicked a key on his computer. A millisecond later the movie we'd been watching, a movie featuring an impossibly well endowed blond being fucked both anally and vaginally by two uniformed policemen, disappeared from the screen and was replaced by a picture of Kevin's mother.Both of us had been sitting against the headboard of his bed, with the computer between us, as we stroked our cocks."Put the...

2 years ago
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33 LEERS FEARS JEERS N TEARS 34 WORST THIRST FOR FIRST

LEERS, FEARS, JEERS, ‘N TEARS The next afternoon Jeff stops at Sean’s house. “Guess what! My mom likes the idea of a dinner date too.” “Great, now you need to talk to Maria’s parents.” “I talked to Sonya, her mom, when she picked her up after school. She’s keen on the idea. Friday night is good for them.” “What about Maria’s father?” “He’s out of the picture. But Sonya’s boyfriend may come too.” “Jeff, I was hoping to be alone with your mom Friday, but I’m game.” “Great!...

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