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After a short lesson in lacing from me, he really got busy and laced the corset in well; after I got my breath back he had me in his arms, and the rest of the night went by like a dream, with more loving enjoyment for both sides than we had ever had before.

I even ended up exhausted in his arms asleep in the corset for the night. Next morning, I woke up dreary-eyed from the excitement of the night before, and Mike was nowhere to be found.

Strange that he would not let me know he was going somewhere. I got out of the latex and corset and enjoyed a good long bath, after which I lounged around and contemplated what would be next.

I knew it had to be more latex, but just as my daydreams were getting to the next items, Mike showed up with some electronic gadgets and an almost breathless hurry to him.

I complied, and he started unpacking his gear. He came over with about a dozen little sensor pads that you stick on your head and applied them.

Since it was now noon, I cleaned myself up and, on a lark, put the corset back on, not laced as tight this time, to go back to the fetish shop. I knew what I was after this time and went right to the latex hose.

In the dressing room, I soon had the hose on, but had a problem with them trying to roll back down my legs. I asked the owner about that, and he remembered that I had purchased the corset the day before.

I reached through the door and hooked them onto the corset, adjusted them, and clipped the tops of the stockings into them: problem solved.

I decided to wear the hose out and, as I was paying for them, noticed some boots in the display, knee high and with a good five-inch heel; I asked if he had any in size 9.

He did, so I sat down to try them on. As I pulled up my pants cuff to get the boots on he noticed my legs in the hose and could see that I was a little stiff with the corset on.

I had not noticed that they were eyelet laced all the way up, so he started to lace and, after a while, had both boots on very tight and they actually fit right.

They had a full inch more heel than anything I was used to, so getting up and walking was different at first, but with the support of the good fit and a little practice, I got the hang of it quickly.

Now I was wearing something that you could really see as I would walk down the street. As I finished paying for the items, the owner thanked me, and I headed to the car.

It probably only seemed that all eyes were on me in those boots, but I was trying to make it look like I had been walking in them for my whole life so as to not be noticed as much.

Mother would visit Aunt Caroline often and always bring me along. Michelle and I were born only a few months apart, she being older by just under three months.

When we visited Aunt Caroline's, Michelle and I would usually go up to her room and play with her toys. Somewhere about the age of four we got into the "show me your's and I'll show you mine One thing led to another and I ended up wearing Michelle's pinafore and panties while she ended up wearing my shorts and playshirt.

She thought this was quite a giggle and I got a quite unexpected thrill from it. We played for the rest of afternoon in each other's clothes, changing back just before Mom and I went home.

After that, each time Mom and I went to visit Aunt Caroline, I would go with Michelle up to her room, put on some of her clothes and spent the rest of the day playing with her toys.

Once we went downstairs to show Aunt Caroline and Mom how cute we were, but Mom didn't see it that way and made me change back into my own clothes.

After that I was careful to keep Michelle's and my game a secret from her. Beginning nearly the first week of first grade, Michelle and I would walk home to her house to spent the remainder of the afternoon playing.

Aunt Caroline didn't mind, as I was very well behaved. I must also have struck her as pretty enough to be a second daughter because she encouraged my dressing in Michelle's clothes to the extent that she set some things aside in her spare bedroom just for me.

Mom was glad for the "free babysitting". My father and she got divorced soon after I was born and she had to work as a waitress to keep food on the table.

Not having to worry about me was a welcome relief. Frequently, I would sleep over at Aunt Caroline's; going to school directly from there.

Mom had left several changes of clothes with my aunt so that we could do this if the occasion demanded. This was a treat that I looked forward to, however unexpected, since come bedtime Michelle and I would dress in her pajamas and go to bed.

Pajama party time. By the time we reached fifth grade, Michelle and I were more sisters than cousins. I slept over at least one night a week and always on weekends; usually going to school on Monday directly from Aunt Caroline's house.

Aunt Caroline enjoyed raising her "daughters". I was able to let my hair grow to a sexually neutral pixie type style, so it was possible for it to appear either feminine or masculine depending on how I was dressed and what other flourishes were employed.

Since nobody in Aunt Caroline's neighborhood knew me outside of my playing at her house, I easily was passed of as Michelle's cousin Paula.

Growing into puberty, Michelle and I would pore over teenage fashion magazines, learning how to be as pretty as possible. Naturally, Michelle wanted to appeal to the boys our age.

I wanted to be appealing to them also but wasn't really interested in dating them. Much confusion here. No doubt Michelle was as confused as I since the boy she knew and loved the best was by all appearances a girl.

Beginning about age 13, we would dress up and Aunt Caroline would drive us over to the Mall to go shopping.

Michelle and I would spend hours perfecting our make-up, trying things suggested in the latest issue of Seventeen.

We'd usually dress in the tightest and shortest skirts that Aunt Caroline would allow. In contrast, our tops were somewhat more conservative.

At the time, our legs looked much better than our breasts. We would cruise the Mall, seeing and being seen.

I wasn't at all self-concious about dressing as a girl; I had been doing it most of my life. And besides, I made a fairly pretty girl: I had no beard, certainly, at age 13; I was tallish but slender and my hair was very fine and pretty.

My voice, though not as high as Michelle's was a soft contralto. The idea was for us to learn how to shop, wisely. Before we went, Michelle and I would decide what we wanted to shop for shoes, blouse, skirt, etc.

Unfortunately, Michelle and I were beginning to develop different figures so oftentimes we would have to buy two sizes of an item to fit us each properly.

The summer that we were fifteen, Aunt Caroline took Michelle and I to the ocean for the entire summer. We each bought a two-piece bathing suit.

Mine had a built-up bra and a bottom with a tiny skirt. She got a lot of appreciative looks that summer.

At the beach, there was almost always a dance or something going every night. Michelle and I would dress in light cotton dresses, sandals with no hose and go down to the dance-hall.

We'd usually stay until about 11 pm. Michelle would end up dancing with every boy in the place while I watched from the side.

At first, a lot of boys asked me to dance, but I didn't really know how and really wasn't interested in dancing with boys, especially slow dancing.

After a few weeks, they stopped asking. Instead, I watched the band and dreamed that I was one of them up on the stage.

It hadn't occurred to me during the entire summer, but when it was time to pack up and go back home I realized that I had a major problem - tan lines!

Here I had spent the entire summer wearing a 2 piece bathing suit which put some very pale flesh in a very embarrassing place.

I was mortified. Michelle suggested Coppertone; trip to the drugstore. It colored the skin but was not at all natural.

It was also streaky. Sunlamp; another trip to the drugstore. Intensive sessions under the sunlamp and keeping the shirt on for a few weeks got me to a somewhat uniform color.

By the time we were 16, Michelle was the most popular girl in school, Homecoming queen, the whole bit. Occasionally, Michelle and her date would double with me and my date.

We were decent musicians but we didn't have anything to distinguish us from the rest of the hurly-burly. Since we were already a mixture of sexes, styles and tastes our keyboardist Michelle and rythm-player were female, our lead-player was simply strange and the bassist me and the drummer were male I suggested we call ourselves ANDROGENY and keep the crowd guessing as to what it was they were looking at.

We all wore a mixture of clothing - constantly rotating amoung the members - leotards and tights, miniskirts, jeans, leather.

Since long hair was in, we all wore at least shoulder length hair. With a little makeup, we could go from male to female to male at will, at least on stage.

The idea was an instant hit!

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Michelle had some difficulty looking androgenous, much less macho, but she and I worked on her costume after all I owed her and with a little make-up and some really butch clothes she also kept the crowd guessing.

We kept the band going for about a year, playing until Michelle and I were ready to go to college. She planned on studying nursing and I was going to major in computer science.

I figured that computer science was a field which offered me the maximum gender flexibility given my intellectual capabilities.

Our freshman year we lived in the dorms. Unfortunately, separate dorms. Occasionally, we could dress up and go out but since I couldn't be in her dorm and she couldn't be in mine, it was really difficult.

By our sophomore year, we had located an affordable apartment that we could share. We each had separate bedrooms plus a kitchen and a living room.

The rent was more than two dorm rooms but we had much more privacy and less noise. Since I didn't have to worry about one of the guys getting into my stuff, I loaded up all of my clothes from Aunt C's and moved into the apartment full-time.

During my sophomore year, as I became better known among my classmates, I took deliberate pains to cloud my gender. First, I was tall now 5' 11" but slender lbs.

My hair was long and I was virtually beardless but I did not tweeze my eyebrows. My clothes that I wore to class were asexual jeans and sweatshirt.

Second, my voice, though low for a girl was soft. Third, the style that I wore my hair had infinite variations varying from unquestionably feminine to borderline masculine.

Finally, my personality intellectual and emotional could be varied through the spectrum from male to female.

Manipulation of these traits allowed a great deal of freedom for me to explore my own gender identity. I attended most large lectures ie.

For smaller lectures, where the instructor was more likely to compare the face to the roster, I attended as Paul.

Even as Paul, I continued to sow as much gender confusion as possible might as well share the wealth. Michelle began to take some nursing courses that required her to do some time in the local hospital.

Naturally she had to buy some uniforms. I loved them. Always a sucker for a gal in uniform. Seriously, I considered changing majors just to be able to wear a nurse's outfit like Michelle's.

Michelle also found a waitress's job a few miles out of town, serving cocktails. She had to wear a very tight-waisted outfit that was "cut down to there, and cut up to here".

I decided that I could endure an occassional pinch for that kind of dough, so with her introduction I applied for a job. I didn't make anywhere near the money that Michelle did in that job beauty counts for something but it did help out for spending cash.

The outfit was a problem, though. Not so much the "cut up to here," but the "cut down to there" was a toughie.

Michelle pitched in by visiting a second gynecologist her gyno already had her on the pill and obtained a second prescription for birth control pills.

After taking them for about a month, my nipples became sore and my breasts began to enlarge. After about six months, I had enough breast development to fill an A-cup bra.

I wasn't going to challenge Dolly but it was going to be hard to look like a boy again. At least topless. The "cut down to there" problem remained, but at least it wasn't flagrant.

Going home to mother was my biggest worry. Oh well, I'd cross that bridge later. The pinches, as I expected, were there even if the tips weren't quite up to Michelle's.

One worry that Michelle didn't have, though, were my testicles and penis. Some drunken cowboy getting a grip on those and the jig was up.

I devised a more advanced version of the gaf that I had worn since I was 6. Previously, I had merely taken an elastic brief, such as a panty girdle, pulled my penis back between my legs, stuffed my testicles up into my abdomen, and caught the whole mess with the girdle.

Occassionally, the penis would slip to the side, but more often it would simply creep forward, coming to rest as a lump of unwanted flesh at the tip of my pubis bone.

My new gaf improved upon this by providing a pocket into which the penis was inserted, thus preventing it from slipping sideways.

It also allowed for the head of the penis to be secured and pulled backwards with the gaf. The final improvement involved finding a corset-type garment to attach the gaf to.

This was the hardest part. Corsets went out of favor many decades ago and therefore one cannot expect Sears or Penneys to carry them in their catalog.

The Yellow Pages weren't much help either. For the short term, I bought what was termed a "waist nipper".

I sewed the gaf to the front of the nipper and put eyelets into the back, so that I could draw the laces, that I had sewn to the gaf, tightly towards the rear.

Utimately, I found a manufacturer of a Victorian style corset and had one made to my measurements. The gaf I had designed for the nipper worked well with the corset and my worries about being "felt-up" all but vanished.

The corset provided one additional benefit. Without the corset, my waist-line was nothing special. With the corset, I was able to bring my waist from it's natural 28" to a corsetted 24".

After a few months, I was able offer a corsetted waist of 22" and an uncorsetted waist of 24 inchs. My gender ambiquity was become more difficult to maintain.

The waitress job forced me to take a definite posture towards my feminine side, most of which was difficult, if not impossible, to reverse the next morning.

Obviously I was going to have to make some difficult decisions soon. I knew that I did not want to go through life appearing as a man, though I felt comfortable "being" a man.

I knew mother would be hurt and probably wouldn't understand. Aunt C probably would understand but I didn't know she could help.

My professors would have to be told since the classes at the junior and senior level were definitely small enough for them to associate names and faces.

I asked for, and was granted, an appointment with the Head of the Psychology Department. I felt that I needed some help making these decisions and thought he might be in position to recommend someone knowledgable about my problem.

On the appropriate day I was greeted by Professor Ferguson himself. He gave me a warm handshake with his big dry paws. Directing me to the chair upholstered in well worn leather, he took up a position behind his desk.

Leaning on his elbows over his enormous desk, he inquired how help be of service. My hopes rose. I told him, as briefly as could, my career at the university.

I then told him of my extracurricular life. He didn't bat a lash. I told him that I felt I had reached a crucial decison point in my life and hoped that he could recommend someone who could help me with these decisions.

He smiled warmly and sat back in his chair. On this campus alone, that means that there are some students facing the same questions that you face.

Most will never resolve their conflicts. There is, however, a colleague of mine who is also knowledgable about this problem. Let me give you her name and extension.

No, better yet let's see if she has time to come here now. Professor Ferguson picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers. He chatted amiably for a few seconds, inquired if the callee was free for a few minutes and then replaced the receiver.

We chatted for a couple of minutes about campus life, weather and so forth, until there was a tap on the door and Professor Young walked into the office.

I recognized him instantly from his press clippings. He was a rising star in the academic world for his research into the fundemental causes of dyslexia.

Professor Ferguson briefed Professor Young about my situation, recanting almost exactly every detail I had told him. When Professor Ferguson was finished, Professor Young turned to me and invited to follow him to his office.

Young's office was a good deal less opulent than Ferguson's and a good deal messier. There were 2 foot stacks of books lining every inch of the wall around his office.

His desk was buried beneath 4 inches of papers and books. Apparently profesors and students weren't that different after all. He asked me to elaborate on the briefing he received from Professor Ferguson, which I did.

When I was finished, he said "your course seems clear, your mind seems clear, how can I help? When he sensed my confusion at his response, he added "Look, most students your age are still wrestling with fetishism, how to hide episodic crossdressing from their parents or peers, or whether they're homosexual.

You seem to have a clear idea of what you are and you have lived enough in both genders to have a basis to form an educated decision.

I explained to Professor Young that I anticipated some of my professors would have difficuly accepting me as Paula in their classrooms and that an authoritative person that they could be referred to might help.

I shared my doubts that my mother could accept my decision, but added that I had a sympathetic aunt, my mother's sister. He felt that whatever decision I made had to be right for me and only me.

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