Archive-name: Changes/crystala.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Crystal - Part 1 "Whats up Mom?", I asked, as I careened through the side door on that blustery Friday in late January. I had just gotten home from Wrestling practice and had my sixth match of the season the next day. I had done very well in my second ,year of wrestling winning five and tieing only one which coach expected me to lose. I was lean and hungry. Five feet 8 inches tall and 126 pounds. It was mid season and the 128 pound weight class in which I wrestled had just gone to 132 Lbs. That meant that I could eat tonight. Dad was sitting there at the dining room table, reading the paper and looked up at me and shook his head. The guys hair styles had switched to long hair last year and dad did not like it at all. Mine was not quite shoulder length and a beautiful light honey blond. He had a very fixed attitude about sissy guys and never missed a chance to express even silent disapproval. He knew I wasn't a sissy, so it really confused him. He was about as proud of me as any dad could be. It embarassed me when he bragged to his friends how good an athlete I was. I had to admit I was not bad. Second in cross country, All-Star Little Leauger now in my first year of Babe Ruth. And potentially a championship wrestler I liked the competition even thrived on it. The girls liked it too I always had a girlfriend from kindegarten on. They were fun to play with and the other guys were sometimes envious. At 14 years old the world was really great. "A Chip Summers called and asked if you could babysit tomorrow night at seven o'clock. Who is Chip Summers" mom asked. I told her that Mr. Summers was a man Carol babysat for and he was probably calling me because Carol was visiting relatives in Mt. Kisco that weekend. Carol was my current girlfriend and I had a very good feeling about her. She was also a star athlete and somewhat a tomboy, which held a very strange attraction to me for some reason.We had met in eighth grade and been seeing each other ever since. That was just over a year ago and the longest relationship I had ever had with any girl before. What mom did not know was that Chip knew me because Carol and I babysat together for Chip and Marsha Summers. Mom would have really disapproved of that setup. I really liked Chip since he let me come over when Carol was sitting and even drove me home after dropping Carol off. He never said anything about Carol and I being alone while they went out. Furthermore Chip was about 27 years old he insisted that Carol and I call him by his first name. He would first drop Carol off then take me home. He loved sports and was a star athlete when he was in college and still worked out regularly. He was about 5'11 inches and very lean and muscular. "Hello? oh, hello Marsha, Mom told me that Chip had called and wanted me to babysit tommorow night. I just wanted to tell you that I would be glad to sit, I can really use the money." Being an athlete really cut into any kind of wage earnings after school. I wanted to take Carol to the movies again and my pockets were empty. "Chip will pick you up at 7 o'clock. We are going out to dinner and then to a late movie and after that we are meeting some friends at Hidaways for some dancing. Tell your folks that you will be in by about 2 A.M. We will pay you a dollar an hour after midnight." I started calculating how much I would make, with tip, and felt very pleased. The good feeling was supplimented by my feeling of having just talked to Marsha. She always made me feel very comfortable and at ease with myself. At 28 and a mother of 2 small children, she was probably one of the most beautiful, well dressed, feminine, and nicest women I had ever known. She was confident of her womanhood. When we talked the eye contact that we had almost belied some hidden meaning. I sensed an attraction somehow magnetic and very drawing something she felt for me but I couldn't quite understand it. She was very sensitive and loved her kids with a passion. Chip and she made a perfect pair. He was a rising star Lawyer in Manhattan and was being considered for full partnership where he was an associate. He made a lot of money and had a beautiful house and car. In spite of his higher than average salary for the area he was not snobbish in the least. Saturday's matches went very well. We won by 45 points and I got another win with a pin which insured me a place on Varsity the next week without having to go through wrestleoffs. What was really nice was I did not have to pull weight for this match and did not feel drained. On the contrary I felt envigorated. Chip pulled his Lincoln up to the curb outside the house and beeped his horn. "Hi how are you." "Have you told your parents that you will be home late tonight, or rather tommorow morning." "Yes," I replied, "They know about it, and it is ok with them." "Would you like to meet them Chip?" "Ok." He said still with his bubbling character. We went up to the house and my dad and he almost fell over one another bragging about me. Chip was up on sports and knew about my record. He was a very good speaker and knew human nature and was at ease with everyone. He and dad struck it off right away. I can't imagine anyone not liking him. After chatting for awhile, Chip and I left. He grilled me all about the match, hanging on every detail. He loved to listen and I realized that perhaps of all the men older than myself I probably had more respect and admiration for Chip than all the others put together. We got to their tri-level home on the fashionable east side of town in just a few minutes. As I got out of the car. Adam and Sara came tumbling toward me as fast as their 5 and 3 year old legs would carry them. I went down on my knees and opened my arms. I really loved these two kids. My future goals wanted desperately to have 2 kids just like these. They also loved me. I was a kid's, kid. We tumbled around, I could make them laugh by standing on my head and doing forward rolls. Sara was still at the "peek-a-boo" stage, dissolving into a lump of giggles every time we played. Adam liked that I could pull pennies out of his hair and ears, and drove his parents crazy when I left trying to get Chip to pull money out of his head. Marsha came out of the house following her 2 wild-ones. I looked up from underneath Adam who had me pinned. And saw Marsha standing over us with a beautiful smile. She was breathtaking wearing a grey silk dress and a black slip with garter stockings underneath which I could easily see from my current strained but enjoyable vantage. The sight and exhiliration began to tell in my center, and I could feel my considerable maleness getting hard. Since I was wearing a long coat, I knew it was not visible and just enjoyed the feeling. We all trundled inside where there was a warm fire in the fireplace. Marsha motioned me to the couch while the two indians sat back down in front of the TV to finish their milk and cookies. "Make sure Adam goes to the bathroom before bed and make sure Sara's diaper is dry or change it." Sara gave me all the instructions I would need and admonished me for letting them stay up in the past. The eye connection was there again and a deep seated warm feeling came over me. I couldn't quite get a handle on my feeling for Marsha. It was not really sexual at least not like my developing feelings and experimentation with Carol. Perhaps the feeling I had was a true love not complicated by sex or even relationship. BUT IT WAS THERE! Marsha got her mink short stole from the closet and in a few minutes they were on their way. I picked up the scattered remains of the cookies and took the glasses and put them in the sink. Time for some fun with the kids then off to bed. We played with the etch-a-sketch, and various put the peg in the hole games until about 8:15 and I pronounced that it was time for BED. Not welcome words for any kid, but I was able to bribe them with a ponyback ride up the stairs. First I checked Sara's condition and she was fine. Then I scooted Adam into the hall bathroom for his duty. I routed around in the bathtub for the pottyseat which was stored there when visitors came. Adam still had a slight problem of falling through the hole. As I slid the glass door open I noticed a pair of black stockings hanging on the towel rack. My little girl inside swelled a little in her resting place in my body and the very tip of my penis twitched at the sight. This was something that I might check out later since I was alone and had plenty of time. Adam finished his "duty" in grand style. I marveled at the amount contained in that little body! On a previous sitting job I had read a "Golden Book" to them and now they wanted another. I flipped Sara into her crib and told Adam that I would only read him a story if he would comb my hair. He thought that was a fair deal and I went and got a brush from the bathroom, again glancing at the stockings. After getting through with "The Little Choo Choo" with several pauses to go back and look at pictures, I noticed that Sara was sound asleep and Adam's brushing was getting lethargic. So I tucked him in and lit the Donald Duck nightlight and proceeded downstairs. I turned the bathroom light off and paused at Chip and Marsha's bedroom door, which was the next one down the hall. Carol and I had made out on their bed once, until it got a little too serious for me, but other than that I had never been in their room alone. I pushed the door open and glanced in thinking of the wonders which must be in the drawers and closets. I glanced around marveling at the size of the room, about 20 ft square with what would later be called a king sized bed on one wall. Behind the bed was all mirror tiles from floor to ceiling. On either side were nightstands which were part of the headboard. The nightstands contained a stereo system on what must have been Chip's side. There was what appeared to be a satin coverlet on the bed. And pink satin sheets. The bed was a canopy type with sort of curtains hanging down around the perimiter. If you were lying down on the bed the top inside of the canopy was a large mirror and you could stare up at yourself when you were lying on your back. In the upper corners were 2 small stereo speakers on either side. Along one wall were two walk-in closets with mirrors again, from floor to ceiling which made the room look even larger and disguised the closets behind. On the wall across from the bottom of the bed was the entry door and also a bathroom/sitting area door. Between the entry door and the bathroom door, was an upright dresser which must be Chip's. In the bathroom, Marsha had a wall to wall vanity area with stage lights and wall to wall mirror. There was a shower and dressing area across from the vanity. The shower doors were mirrors. When pulled shut, if you stood at the vanity mirror, by getting at certain angles, you could see images disappear into the vanishing point. In the sitting area was a 3-panel mirror where you could see both your back and front at the same time, and a clothes press type closet. On the right side of the bed the wall was papered with fine rose brocade wallpaper. In the middle of the wall was a bow window immediately in front of which was a long low dresser which apparently was Marsha's. It was a splended room, neither masculine nor feminine but a blend of characters and certainly set up for lovemaking! I was very tempted to go over and investigate all the drawers and closets but for some reason I felt like I was intruding and it would be wrong. I reluctantly went downstairs to watch some television and get a Coke, which really was a no-no for a wrestler during the weight pulling season. Heck. I did not have to make 128 anymore so the treat would taste good! I settled down on the couch with my coke and choclate chip cookies just as the "Saturday Night Movie" was starting. The feature presentation was "The Five Pennies" which I had already seen. I rifled through the magazine rack and settled on a Cosmopolitan Issue for that month. Mom did not buy anything but Woman's day and that magazine was pretty plain. The only reason I liked Woman's Day was for the "You can build this (fill in the blank) with simple hand tools" Cosmo was another story. They always had a pretty girl on the cover and the list of articles always interested me. I was chicken to buy the magazine on the newsstand but never failed to scan the articles listed on the front cover, while pretending to look at the "Popular Science" magazine, or whatever was next to it. I stared wistfully at the beautiful blond woman in a strapless sequined sheath dress on this months cover. The fashion section feature this month was "Preview of Bathing suits for Spring" Yum--- Yum! One of my favoritist passtimes was to go to the shore during the summer and rivit my attention on the prettiest girls in the prettiest bathing suits from behind a pair of sunglasses. The suits were fantastic! Bikinis so small they left little to the imagination. A leapord Skin swimdress really caught my eye and I wondered what it must feel like to wear a tight fitting suit with panties under a very short skirt. I could feel my hands trembling slightly at my fantasy thoughts. "I wonder if Marsha has any suits like this that I might try on?" The thought gripped me for a few seconds then subsided. I continued to leaf through the Magazine until I came to the "Maidenform" add. "I dreamt I was at a business meeting in my Maidenform bra" the copy read. "I sure wish I was at the same meeting.!" She had beautiful black hair and was sitting at a long table with her suit jacket open exposing a beautiful, lacy, black bra. The twinging between my legs was getting stronger. "I wonder if Marsha has any bras like this?" I had never worn a bra before and wondered what it would be like. I knew the little girl inside me would love to try on a bra. I decided on a compromise. I would go upstairs and find one of Marsha's bras and bring it into the bathroom put it on the vanity and masturbate in the sink while I imagined wearing the bra. That would not be violating any of Marsha's stuff and I was an expert at this kind of self enjoyment technique. I put the Cosmo back in the rack and proceeded upstairs. I walked to the end of the hall and checked on the kids just to make sure they were ok. I had plenty of uninterupped time since it was only nine thirty and Marsha and Chip would be out till after midnight. I pushed the bedroom door open and went in, closing the door behind me so that the kids would not come in if they woke up. I decided to make a thorough investigation of the room. Starting at the first closet, I opened the door to see about 30 business suits. Chip had suits for every occasion even 2 tuxedos. Going on to Marsha's closet, when I opened the door the sight fairly took my breath away. The closet was filled with an assortment of beautiful dresses, some plain and quite a number of beautiful gowns. I reached out and touched one short pink cocktail gown with billows of petticoats in the skirt. The stirring was getting stronger. I carefully looked at each dress and skirt and some beautiful lacy blouses. I felt that I had reached heaven. I had never seen or been close to things this pretty. I closed the closet and moved on to the nearest bedside table which I figured was Chip's I opened the top drawer and found it contained some current legal Periodicals and several Styles. Also there was a box of TROJANS! Fantastic! Carol and I had been getting very hot and heavy lately and I was far too embarassed to buy these things in the store. Sooner or later I knew that I would need one of these. I thought of taking one but decided that I would take one later when I really needed one. I opened the second drawer and there they were. At least 12 issues of Playboy Magazine! You could not buy these in the open. The only place you could get one was at the station and they were under the counter so you had to ask and I COULDN'T DO THAT! My head began to get dizzy. I picked up the top magazine, which was the current issue. I opened to the centerfold which was legendary. Three whole pages of an Almost totally naked woman! The closest I had come to seeing a totally naked woman was In a cartoon sex book that I had found torn in half while walking along the railroad tracks one day. All the pictures were really illustrations like in the comic books. My mom had found the book and absconded with it in a trail of "I'm getting rid of this filthy trash" I could never understand how beautiful women could be filthy trash. And why the Sears Catalog pictures of undergarments was not filthy trash also. I stared at the beautiful blond woman. She had only a brief bikini on, and her bosom was bare and beautiful. My boyhood twiched at the very end telling me it really liked this. I looked at the other pictures in the layout. Something seemed missing or wrong. The pictures were exciting me but somehow it was not as intense as the woman in the Maidenform ad. This woman seemed too perfect. Almost like the plastic dolls we played with when we were kids. The part that I focused on the most and seemed to be complete was the shiny triangle of the silver bikini she was wearing. I wondered what beautiful thing that the bikini hid? Making a note to follow up on the other issues I carefully put the issue back the way it was and moved on. On Marsha's side of the bed the top drawer contained a few fashion catalogs and womens' magazines. Including a Women's Day! There were a few Greeting cards mixed in. I opened one up and found it was from Chip with a thank you for some memorable but unnamed event. In the bottom drawer was a large plug in hand massager with springs on the bottom, a small tube of something called K-Y, and what looked like a riding crop with black ribbons on the end. Pushing the drawer shut, I moved over to Marshas dresser which was my main objective for being there. I opened the first drawer and it contained PANTIES! all different colors. I reached into the bundle of softness and strains of fine perfume wafted up. I again became dizzy with anticipation. I pulled one yellow pair of panties out of the drawer and held them up to me they were nylon and fairly plain. I put these back and picked out a black pair. they were absolutly breathtaking to the girl who lived inside me. I could feel her heart beating as it never had before. I looked at the label size 5 / Maidenform!!! That settled it I was definitly going to wear these beautiful panties and become the Maidenform woman. "I dreamt I was transformed into the Maidenform Woman in Chip and Marsha's Bedroom". They were very, Very fine nylon weave (not like the coarse weave nylon my mom had from the 5 and ten.) At the leg openings, a pleated band of stiffer sheer nylon about an inch wide all the way around to the back. At the waistband was a short sheer skirt which came almost to the leg openings on the side and extended halfway down the back. The skirt portion joined in the front forming an inverted v up to the waistband. I closed the drawer and went over to the bed. I removed all my clothes and carefully laid them out on the bed so I could get at them quickly if If Chip and Marsha came back early. I glanced at the clock on top of Chips dresser. 9:45 still plenty of time for this excursion into wonderland. I wandered over to the closet mirrors and slipped the panties on. I became very excited. My heart was beating till I thought I was going to faint. When it settled down a bit a wonderful warm feeling enveloped me. They looked right on me They looked natural. Whats more they felt good. I could feel the stiff netting on my nearly hairless legs. I took a few steps and the netting brushed against my legs. Wonderful! My mind thought of Marsha's womanhood. Her most private and wonderful part had been where my most private and wonderful part was now. That was as it should be! My woman had adjoined hers. I reached back and put my hands on the skirt and felt the luxurious smooth feeling of the nylon on nylon. I tore myself away from the mirror lest I have an accident in these lovely panties. Back to the dresser again. The next, and larger drawer held an array of nightgowns some satin some nylon, and some even looked like SILK. "I wonder if Marsha would miss any of these If I borrowed one?" I would come back to this drawer but I was looking for a bra for a very express purpose. The next drawer contained foundation garments. Bra and girdle all in ones some fit on the whole body and some were short with just the bra and garters. This was more like it, But I really wanted to have a bra something like the "Maidenform Woman" Closing the drawer, I moved on to the next drawer. Jackpot! About 10 bras were in the drawer. Also in there were some lacy garterbelts. I picked up each bra and looked at it. There was a black one which had the same netting as on my panties. THIS IS IT! The one I had been looking for. The tops of each cup had the same stiff netting but without pleats. The bottom of each cup was made of satiny nylon like my panties there was some padding at the bottom of each cup on the inside. The label said 36 B/Maidenform. Now I could become the Maidenform Woman in the magazine. I could not hook the narrow band in the back! I had to hurry! I hooked the band in the back and swiveled it around to the front and snaked my arms in to the straps. The bra sat too high on my chest and looked congruous. I adjusted the straps to the the full length and pulled the bra down over my tits. Perfect fit! The cups were not full enough but the size was otherwise right. "I think I'll try on the garterbelt also. This is really fun! The garterbelt I chose was very much like the bra. It was made of black fine nylon with an embroidered rose above each of the 4 garters. I had to put it on backwards and slide it around. The garters hung down and tickled my legs. I closed my eyes and turned around and eased my way across to the other side of the room with the mirror wall. I opened my eyes. With just bedside lights on the sight when I opened my eyes took my breath away. My stomach sucked in my heart beat wildly. I was a woman! My penis was hard and extended up the front of the panties stopping above the v of the panty skirt. I shook my head my hair brushed my sholders. I dipped my head down, my long hair cascading forward. It was too much for my boy but my girl was laying down somewhere between my groin and my brain luxuriously writhing from side to side. I knelt down on one knee since if I did not I would buckle. I had to sit down. I crawled over to Marshas easy chair near the dresser, and pulled myself up. My heart was pounding it hurt. I closed my eyes my boy was very near ejaculating in the panties. That thought seemed like a desecration. I do not know how long I sat there in a swoon however, I came to with the very warm feeling of womanhood back in my brain. I crossed my legs and glanced down at the bra and panties. My mind wandered to Marsha. I ........... MY GOD! She can see me. The thought was very fleeting. Almost telepethically I felt that Marsha and I were sharing the same thought at that same moment! Rediculous! That is just my mind on overload! My nerves. I got up and walked over to Chips dresser. Only 10:00 P.M. "Well as long as I am this far I might as well see what a dress will look like. Marsha is about the same size as I am and those beautiful dresses in the closet are there for me to try on. If I don't do it tonight I will probably never get another chance." I pulled the closet door open again and began going through the dressy dresses one by one. My mind wanted something in black to match my black panties, garter, and bra. There were several black dresses, most had buttons in the back and knowing how much trouble I had had with the bra I dedided on one which had no buttons in the back. It was a cocktail dress. The front of the dress was fairly low cut but buttoned, or rather hooked up the front to the low scooping bustline. The material of the bodice was some sort of stiff, boned material in the midriff. The bodice was satin lined with black lace over the whole front down to the waistline. The back was high and came up to a collar which was narrow and buttoned around the neck the effect was a large opening to the bustline in the front and a narrow collar. the sleeves were of clear net puff type black nylon and I wondered if my arms would go through the elastic which formed a ruffle about midway down the upper arm. The skirt portion of the dress was made of soft shiny black velvet in the form of a fairly tight sheath with two peplum type short overskirts of the same material. The skirt was lined with black acetate, which rustled delicously when I shook the hanger. The whole dress appeared to be handmade. This was definitly the one I wanted to try! I slipped the skirt down over my head and resisting the temptation to look in the mirror. I hooked the hooks in the front which were then covered over with small buttons covered with the same material as the bodice. I did not look in the mirror but took a few steps, and almost fell. The sheath which came down to just below my knees, restricted my normal stride the feeling was delicious. The underslip of taffeta made a rustling noise and felt good on my naked legs. I turned to look at myself in the wall mirror and there stood a rather beautiful, boyish looking woman. My boy was not excited. The earlier hard-on (The size of which was the envy of most of the other boys who had not started to develop) was gone. He was soft but very content in his nylon prison. "My feelings have been replaced by the feelings of a woman." "I feel right." "I feel complete" "I feel warm and very small inside." To complete the job I knew I must have those seemed stockings that were dangling in the hall bathroom. I opened the bedroom door leaned my head out and glanced at the half open kids bedroom door. I waited a few seconds and there was no noise coming from their room. I tiptoed toward their room with just the teltale rustle of the slip making any noise. I slipped into the bathroom and shut the door before turning on the light. I did not want the kids to wake up with the bathroom light shining in their doorway. I pulled the door of the tub open and carefully lifted the stockings off the towel rack inside the shower. I did not want to put any runs in the stockings although I thought to myself that if I did I could lay them on the floor and Marsha would probably think that I removed them when I got Adam's potty seat out. I put one of my hands in the stockings. They were very, very sheer. This would be another first for my little girl. Except for make-up, and shoes this would complete the transformation. Then I would hike the skirt up and let this beautiful girl stroke the boy inside to a delicious climax. The garters covered with satin ribbon were dangling somewhere up under the dress. I hiked the dress up in a bunch at my waistline. Gosh! the dress fits perfectly. Leaning back against the sink and counter on the rear wall, I carefully bunched one stocking up and slipped the reinforced (but still sheer toe and heel) over my foot and pulled the stocking up my leg the reinforced top came almost up to the panties. I had to shorten up both the garters so that the stocking would not sag. When I got that done I worked on the other leg. I had only a little bit of hair on my legs and what there was was short and blond. I turned to look in the mirror over the sink on the back wall and was disappointed that I could not see my legs. I stretched up as high as I could but could only see a little of the stockings. I looked down at my legs and could see that the tops of the stockings were not showing. The "mice" as Carol called them, made little bumps on the velvet on the outside of the dress. "I feel good." "I feel right." "I feel SEXY." "The boy who's sole I reside in is not sexually excited as he was before." "I wonder if I can excite him." I looked in the mirror above the sink and slowly turned from side to side to see the overall............... "Earl are you in there?" it was Marsha's voice! "Oh, God in Heaven what am I going to do now? Why didn't I hear them?" I realized that the exhaust fan was making enough noise to obliterate sounds outside the room. I thought of my clothes carefully laid on the bed for fast change. "How could I have lost track of time so badly? It couldn't be that late!" My heart was beating so wildly that I thought that I was going to die. I glanced around. There were no outside windows. On the ceiling was a small air conditioning return duct, but I could not have gotten through that. There was no escape. "Maybe I should get naked and put the clothes in the bathtub. Being naked is probably better than being caught this way. But how do I explain that" My mind was racing for an excuse. I could not think of anything. "Earl are you alright?" It was Chip's voice this time. I had to answer. I croaked out "Yes Chip I'll be out in a minute." I hadn't spoken in probably 2 hours and my fright was so complete that my voice took on an alarming croaking sound. I heard Marsha take the few steps down the hall and open the kids room door. I also heard Chip push the bedroom door open. ".........Maybe if I make a break of it I can make the front door?" Then what? outside-shoeless-in probably 20 degree weather, œI heard Chip just outside the door and heard Marsha close the kids room door. Chip said something to Marsha about clothes I could not hear the whole exchange but Marsha said something back to Chip. Maybe I could pretend to be taking a bath. Crap! I was caught! Marsha tapped lightly on the door. "Earl are you sure you are OK? Your voice sounded very strange, honey!" "Honey! She called me Honey! Her voice sounded very soft and soothing." Maybe she might understand. GOD NO! Even if she does Chip is a man and he won't understand! "Please open the door so I can see that you are OK." Marsha said softly. I really had no other choice. I had to open the door sometime. I just hoped that they would not tell my mom or dad. I knew that I would never babysit here again. Although I didn't think that there was anything wrong with the feeling I had for my girl inside I had no doubt that Chip and Marsha would think that I was crazy and not ever have me back. "Please, Honey, open the door, It's OK." a very soothing voice implored. I heard Marsha say something else to Chip and decided that I would take the consequenses. Breifly I turned around to glance in the mirror one more time to see what was there and I saw a very frightened looking boy in a woman's dress" Not bad but still a boy dressed as a woman. "Marsha I am going to open the door." I said, My voice had settled down again but my heart was in my throat. I turned the knob and slowly opened the door. Marsha was standing right there in the doorway and Chip was leaning back against the wall on the other side. I saw Marsha's eyes widen as large as frying pans. She just stood there. Slowly with a twinkle in her eyes, a smile began and it got bigger and bigger. Chip started to laugh and I-----------------STARTED TO CRY. BIG tears welled up in my eyes, they blurred my vision. I hung my head down and put my face in my hands and just sobbed. My body was heaving with deep sobs. Again I felt faint but this time it was with mental exhaustion. I felt very tired all of a sudden and thought I would crumple up on the floor in a puddle of sobs. I felt an arm going around my back, and a hand lifting under my chin. I kept my eyes closed tight with tears streaming down my cheeks. My head came up and the hand under my chin went around my back. My head settled down into a world of perfume and sweet clean smelling hair. Marsha was holding me up with both arms tightly around my back. "It's OK sweetheart," she soothed softly in my ear. "Please stop crying. I understand." I was not in the real world. This was all a bad dream. "It's OK. It.s OK, honey." The words began to sooth my injury. "Please stop crying you are going to ruin my dress. You're also going to ruin your dress, which is a designer original." Slowly my sobbing subsided to small wimpers. "You look better in that dress than I ever did," her voice had a little cheer and lilt to it. "I've never liked it." Slowly she released her grip on me but grabbed my arm thinking I might fall. I opened my tear sodden eyes to see Marsha's face in front of mine a few inches away. The smile was still there but had a totally different feeling. The sole contact that I had felt before was back. I could not for the life of me figure out why. I had trespassed into her world without permission. My boys mind saw that as a violation of her private world. "Come on honey, lets go downstairs and sit and talk for a while, Chip and I both think the world of you and this does not make any difference. I think I understand." This cannot be happening. My boys mind was feeling and reeling with all sorts of emotions now. Swimming in a totally confused state. I began to walk out of the bathroom door with Marsha still holding my hand, more or less supporting and leading me. "What a wonderful woman." I thought to myself as my wits were coming back. I could not beleive that God had created such a perfect being. As if she were reading my mind she squeezed my hand. I had a little bit of difficulty getting down the stairs in the tight sheath dress. This was the first time I had ever worn a dress muchless ever tried to negotiate stairs. Chip was at the bottom of the stairs and his laughter had been replaced by a large grin. "A friendly grin." How can you also accept this in another man?" I thoutht. As Marsha, still guiding me by the hand passed by Chip, he reached up and softly put his hand between my sholders and ran it very slowly down my back and over my fanny. I could feel the layers of nylon and satin rub under his touch. It a was forceful yet tender motion. "What" was I feeling?????? All of a sudden with a mixture of disgust? confusion? revulsion? PLEASURE? I realized that he was looking at me as a woman or girl AND NOT A BOY! My mind on this night of rollercoaster emotions was again alert and thinking. No It was not disgust! Then what was it? The little girl within me sprang to life. She had been hiding in the deepest recesses of my body. I felt her start to bloom like a flower after a thunder shower. I shivered under his touch. I saw Marsha respond to my shiver and glance at Chip. The glance was like a warning, It was as If she was still reading my mind. Chip removed his hand from my fanny and just followed Marsha and I to the couch. I again had some difficulty sitting down. I akwardly pulled the dress up slightly and tried to sit down but rather flopped onto the couch. I thought the skirt had ripped but a glance showed me that it had not. Chip sat in his chair across from the couch. He was staring at my legs and I realized that the skirt had hiked up to show the garters and Marsha's stocking tops. I felt somewhat exposed and squirmed to get the dress modestly down. My girl was again returning and had a grip on about one half of my emotional being. Marsha sat down beside me on the couch and put her arm around me. All this took just a few minutes but seemed like an eternity. She turned to me and looked me in the eyes, a deep penetrating look, a knowing look, a friendly look. "Do you know that I can feel your thoughts, Honey? I like your thoughts. I can feel the struggle of two soles within your one sole. Whenever I look at you I have a very good and fond feeling. The feeling is that God created something very special in you" Her voice went on in very soft manner. "The reason we came home Is that I got an alarm feeling that you were afraid. After we got out of the movies. I was not as tuned into you as when we are together but, a fleeting feeling of alarm crossed my thoughts then went away." I remembered sitting in the chair and thinking with alarm that she could read my mind and could discover me. She continued "I have a very good feeling about you. Whenever I am near you I feel contentment of being with a very complete person. I like when you are with my children. I have watched you with them and you make them feel secure and happy." I finally had composed myself enough to get out a few words my fright and confusion was becoming the same warm inner glow again under this wonderful womans massaging. "Marsha, I'm sorry I am wearing your beautiful clothes. I feel like I have cheated in some way." "Why?" she asked. "You are a beautiful person. I know of your 'girl' within your spirit. She is lovely. A devilish sprite. She does not compete for your maleness. She adds to it. Magnifies it! The clothes are suitable for her. She has a very elagent personality. You are a very beautiful male person. I am very attracted by your maleness, as perhaps you have noticed. Your beauty expressing your feminine being within completes the male that you are." I had never given the 'whys' much thought. Marsha seemed to be telling me what I was feeling and the whys involved. I will help you to become more complete as a feminine person. I am an expert by many standards and I would take great delight in your happiness expressing your femininity. It is only 11:00 o'clock and we have several hours yet this evening to explore more of this world you find so intreguing. I'm just glad you are not hurt. I got very worried when I flet your alarm. Come lets go back up to the bedroom and play a little." "I love you Marsha" I said sincerely. "I love you too......." I could see her thinking. "....Crystal! Yes that is a beautiful name I'll call you Crystal." She reached up and softly ran her hand down my cheek, with a twinkle in her eye. I think it was a tear. (To Be Continued) --