EXCERPT FROM ‘HENRY’ VOLUME THREE
"Aunt Miriam, you won't tell our guests that I'm a boy?"

"Not if you are obedient and behave as a proper girl."

Henry shivered at the thought of being a 'proper girl', but he was hopeful that he would not be exposed.

"Do you like your long stockings?"

"Er, em. No...I mean yes," he answered, but involuntarily his fists clenched.

"Did Melanie show you how to tighten your suspenders well, Pricilla?"

He meekly answered, "Yes, Auntie."

"Let me see."

Blushing furiously Henry drew up his skirt before his aunt. She smiled. He felt crushed.

Henry smoothed his skirt under himself as he had been taught, and lowered himself into the sofa with extreme caution, trying not to display his underwear. His skirt was so short! He was sure that the boys could get a good view of his garters and stocking tops, but he didn't dare look down and call attention to them.

"What is your school, Priscilla?" Billy asked him politely.

‘Priscilla’ blushed scarlet for a moment. He was dumbfounded for he could not tell them the name of his boy’s school. There was a pause. The name of his hated sister’s school sprang to his lips.

"Langley School in Sussex," he squeaked.

"We’re neighbors then," Billy told ‘her’, "we are at Hollymere, in Devon."

EXCERPT FROM ‘DARWIN’ VOLUME ONE
"You’ll go to Stella’s Style Shop in the mall and buy a nightgown for yourself. I understand your friend Mary Sue works there."

Upon hearing that, all the blood drained from my face. I was wearing a pair of purple shorts with yellow embroidery decorations on the fake pockets, a lavender blouse with white lace ruffles down the front and white sandals without socks. Marlon had styled my hair that morning and it flowed down in ringlets to my shoulders, bangs covering my forehead.

"Y-you can’t be serious. I can’t go to the mall dressed like this."

She drove to the mall, parked and said, "It’s time, Darwin."

"P-please, Mrs. Gates, don’t make me do this. There are hundreds of people in there."

"Here’s $50, Stella’s is on the second floor. Your new nightie must be made of satin or nylon and have lots of lace."

"No, Please!"

"Be courteous and cooperative with Mary Sue. If I hear that you weren’t, I’ll punish you again, and your next punishment will be even more embarrassing."

I couldn’t imagine anything more embarrassing than this. As I walked away from the car, I felt as if everyone was looking at me. My only hope was to not be recognized. I looked nervously around to see if anyone was paying attention to me. Some people were smiling, and I dropped my eyes hastily and walked on. I wasn’t sure how to carry the purse. I clutched it nervously with both hands in front of myself.

I remembered the times I had cruised this mall with Marlon. Back then, we were a very intimidating sight. But now, alone and dressed as a girl, I was meek and extremely frightened. I hoped that Mary Sue wouldn’t be there. She was probably still mad at me for dumping her.

EXCERPT FROM ‘DARWIN’ VOLUME ONE
"A few days after your last visit, Marlon ran away. An hour later he was in jail. The next morning, I went to sign the papers to relinquish custody."

"When I arrived at the jail, the sergeant said that Marlon was begging to see me. I agreed, and they brought him. The buttons were gone from his blouse, his shorts were torn, his panties were missing, and he was battered and bruised. He begged with me to take him back."

"I proposed the terms under which I’d allow him to return. First, he’d stop his defiance and accept my authority. Second, he’d wear girl’s clothes, including dresses."

"He angrily refused, but when I started to leave, he reluctantly accepted my terms. Since he had run away without his makeup, I gave him some of mine. I pinned his blouse shut, and he walked out of the jail holding his hand as if he were a small child. To be sure his commitment was sincere, I took him directly to a shop where he tried on and bought a lot more than just the nightgown he was reluctant to buy the day before. First I bought him panties and panty hose to make him feel more feminine, then a bra that I filled with torn up strips of his blouse. I bought him a dress, a skirt and blouse combination, two more bras, a teddy, a camisole, a full and half slip, several more pairs of pantyhose, an assortment of panties and two pairs of high heels. When I told him he would wear his new clothes home, he complained that he didn’t want Darwin or Johnny to see him in a dress, but I gave him no choice."

"He came home in a dress?" Katie asked.

"It was a skirt and blouse actually," Mrs. Gates said. "Darla teased him quite a bit. I let the teasing go on for about a week to further test and discipline him. Then I told Darla that since Marla was showing so much progress in dresses, he should wear them too."

"He must have been devastated," Katie said.

"You should have seen him beg. Of course all that did was earn him a trip to Stella’s to purchase his new wardrobe from Mary Sue wearing his new breasts."

"Yes, what about those?" Katie asked.

"They wear their prosthesis all the time now," Mrs. Gates said.

"Don’t they object?" Katie asked.

"It’s breasts or jail. Mary Sue was absolutely delighted to see us, but I’m afraid that she did tease our girls rather a lot."

I shuddered remembering the humiliating incident.

"We spent hours selecting and trying on skirts, dresses and lingerie," Mrs. Gates said.

"When we were done, your sisters looked so sweet and feminine that Mary Sue suggested they should be called Marla and Darla, and they have been ever since."

"Now that I’ve brought you up to date, I’m sure you have questions for your sisters. Why don’t you go for a stroll and enjoy the fresh air while you talk?"

Shortly, the three of us were walking down a path beside a golden autumn grain field. I walked confidently in my moderate heels, a result of considerable training and practice. I blushed scarlet under Katie’s curious scrutiny. No one spoke until we were out of hearing range of the house.

"Get us out of here Katie," I begged. "I can’t stand being a girl."

EXCERPT FROM ‘BILL’ VOLUME TWO
"I don’t want a dress."

"Those should be about right," Norma said. " He’s been wearing my dresses which are tens, and they’ve been tight on him. Let’s try the twelve."

"Remember, he can’t use the changing room," the clerk said.

"We’ll have to make the best of it," Norma said. "Bill, stand behind this rack of clothes and take off your shirt and pants."

"I can’t! People will see me."

"You should be proud to show off your pretty lingerie," Norma said, "you told us how happy you were to be wearing it."

"I’m not!" I said. "I hate this stuff!"

"I’m tired of your outbursts," Norma said. "Jim, help him undress."

Jim moved towards me and I prepared for the fight of my life. I took a swing at him. He ignored my attack and picked me up effortlessly. As I kicked and hit him, he calmly pulled off my shoes and pants. He was so strong, I felt like a little child in his grasp. He put me back on my feet and ripped off my shirt. The whole thing took less than a minute.

Bra, hose, panties, garter belt, which should I cover? My hands raced from one to the other, but I couldn’t hide them all. I ducked down between the racks of dresses. The store was warm but I felt goose bumps rising.

"Norma, you bitch! I’ll kill you for this! Give me back my clothes!" I screamed in rage.

"When you feel better, dear," Norma said, "we’ll help you into your frock."

"I’ll never put on that damn dress!"

"We can wait, dear."

"I want my clothes back!"

"They’re gone, dear. You’ll have to wear this dress or nothing."

"Screw you!" I said. "If you won’t give me my pants, I’ll just take this stuff off." I unhooked the bra and removed it.

"Go ahead," Norma said. "We’ll leave you here naked. What are your chances of getting home without being arrested for indecent exposure?"

"I’ll get something to wear from the store."

"I’m not certain that’s a good idea," she said. "You don’t have any money, and if you take something without paying for it, you’ll be charged with shoplifting as well as indecent exposure. You’ll probably be back in prison in time for dinner."

"Please give me my pants."

"We’ll help you with your dress now if you feel better."

I didn’t feel any better at all. I was still in this store wearing nothing but girl’s underwear. At any moment some shopper might see me. Perhaps it would be someone I knew. I was almost in a state of panic. I had to agree with her. I couldn’t strip and be arrested. Therefore my choices appeared to be limited to continuing to wear just the lingerie, or putting on that dress and risking exposure in it. Neither was possible. However, the longer I waited the more chance there was of someone seeing me in panties. I couldn’t bear that.

"Yes, I feel better," I said.

"Good," Norma said, "put your brassiere back on, dear."

I sighed, hooked the catches in front, spun it around and put my arms through the straps.

"Stand up straight so we can put this on you," Norma said.

They put the dress over my head. As its wispy fabric fell down over the bra, garter belt and panties, I was both ashamed of wearing it and grateful to have the dainty undergarments concealed. The dress had a low neckline and no sleeves. It displayed my shaved arms and underarms and much of my shaved chest. It ended several inches above my knees and showed off my nylon covered legs. The sound made by the rear zipper as the clerk closed it was the most horrible thing I’d ever heard.

"You can’t mean it," I said.

"Your girlfriends agreed this would be an excellent way to change your attitude," Norma said. "However, they also wanted revenge. They decided it wasn’t enough for you to wear your girl’s clothes in private. They want you to wear them publicly."

"That’s horrible!" I cried.

"Further, they don’t want you to be able to reduce your humiliation by pretending you’re a real girl. You’ll continue to have short hair and a flat chest. You’ll have to face the world as a man in girl’s clothes."

"I’ll never agree to that!"

"I’ve had a new wardrobe made for you," Norma said.

She opened the door to the closet. I stared in disbelief at the collection of daintily lace-frilled dresses and petticoats.

"These are your new clothes," she said.

"I’ll never wear those," I said. "I’m a man! I wear pants."

"You’ll have no pants, not even girl’s pants," Norma said. "You’ll always be dressed in the most feminine attire appropriate for your pretend age. The more innocent and feminine you look, the more likely you are to become a sensitive and humble person. For example, while you’re dressed as a pre-schooler, I can picture you looking like a princess in your dainty little dress and darling petticoats with your ruffled panties showing. I can imagine you gathering up your dolly and tripping away to play with your little friends."

"What about my real friends?" I asked.

"You must break your ties with your former friends and colleagues. It was their influence that helped make you what you became. We’ll be exposing you to them in your dresses. I hope this will cause you to never want to associate with them again."

EXCERPT FROM ‘BILL’ VOLUME SIX
"We worked out the details of your coming to Lincoln. At first we thought you’d start school in dresses. However, when you requested permission to wear pants, we reconsidered. I decided if you started school in pants, made friends and were accepted as a boy, your change to dresses would be much more dramatic than if you started the year that way. I hadn’t decided how to go about your transformation until Jayne complained to me about your grabbing her rear. I called June in and we decided you’d join the cheerleading squad."

The giggling girls closed around me. One of them started to unbutton my shirt. My Bra! I twisted away.

"Keep away from me. I’m not going to be a cheerleader!"

"Oh really?" June said. "Let’s get him, girls."

I tried to fight them off, but there were too many. The giggling teenage girls overpowered me.

"Struggle as much as you like," June said. "You can’t escape. We’ve got you, and the only way you’re going to get out of here is dressed just like us."

They removed my pants and shirt.

"Look at his underwear," June said. "I think Bill is going to like being a cheerleader more that he’s letting on."

They pulled down my panties.

"What’s that?" Jayne asked.

"It’s a gaff," Miss Harris said. "He wears it to keep his front smooth. His sister told me he wears dresses all the time he’s not at school. How could she tell them about that? My reputation will be ruined.

June made a big show of a pair of red satin panties, and then she and the other cheerleaders put them on me.

Next she stuffed several pairs of nylons into my bra giving me ample breasts. She fixed her eyes on my bra for a moment, then said, "Wouldn’t it be nice if they were real?"

Finally, they outfitted me with the tight top followed by the all-too-short skirt, white socks, and red shoes. I couldn’t believe it. They'd turned me into a cheerleader.

"Please, please don’t do this to me," I sobbed. "Let me go, Miss Harris. I apologize for what I did to you. I’ll never do it to anyone else as long as I live. Please!"

"This isn’t about what you will or won’t do in the future," she said. "This is for what you did in the past. Girls, he’s all yours."

"Time to go, Bill," June said. "We’re monopolizing you. I know the rest of the students will love seeing you too."

EXCERPT FROM ‘BILL’ VOLUME SEVEN
We went downtown to the First State Bank. Elizabeth Kennedy, the assistant branch manager, was waiting for me. I had dated her a few years ago.

"Well, look who’s here," Elizabeth said.

I tried not to look at her. I saw men, the bosses in their offices, looking out at me, and I shrank in embarrassment. Elizabeth pinned a nametag on me that said ‘Bill Newton’. Then she led me to a desk right at the front door. It had a sign on it with my full name, ‘Mr. Bill Newton, receptionist’.

"This is your desk, Bill," Elizabeth said. "Your job is to greet everyone who comes into the bank and direct them to the correct department. You’re also to follow the orders of any other bank employee."

My desk had no drawers or back panel. I held my legs together tightly, trying to prevent people from seeing up my dress. In the first hour I greeted hundreds of people. Some of them probably thought that I was a girl until they saw my nametag and the sign in front of me. Their reactions upon discovering I was a man were varied and humiliating.

EXCERPT FROM ‘BILL’ VOLUME EIGHT
Saturday, while Debbie was applying makeup to me, I looked around at the smiling women and shifted nervously in the chair. I could feel the compression of my gaff, the tightness of my bra, the sleekness of my nylons and the caress of the delicate fabrics of my dress and panties. I could smell the scent of my perfume and taste the lipstick on my mouth. I was sick of these clothes and of the constant feeling of humiliation. I couldn’t stand the superior looks and condescending remarks. I decided that I'd talk with Norma. I couldn’t stand to go out in public in dresses any more.

That afternoon I approached her, "Norma, can we talk?"

"Of course, sweetie. What’s on your mind."

"I can’t stand these clothes."

"What do you mean? That’s a very nice dress."

"You’ve made me wear dresses for so long, couldn’t I wear pants again?"

"Darling, why would you want to wear pants? You look so sweet in dresses."

"Men should wear pants."

"Your probation will be over in a few months, dearest."

"That’s too long. I can’t stand to be seen like this."

"Honey, people love to see you in your dresses, and I love to see you in your frilly lingerie. It’s so darling."

"Please Norma, don’t make me go out again in a dress."

"Bonnie is coming."

"Tell her that I can’t go out in a dress."

"I’ll call her."

"Thank you."

"By the way, dear, your slip is showing."

EXCERPT FROM ‘SCHOOLED’ VOLUME ONE
"I’ll walk to the corner with you."

"I can’t go out like this!"

"Oh but you will, Peter. You’ll go out exactly like that."

"My friends will see me."

"I imagine it will be quite embarrassing."

"They’ll tease me."

"They’ll get used to seeing you in your uniform."

Together we walked out the door and down the street my stomach churning with anxiety and frustration. I’d have run back to the house if my stepmother hadn’t been gripping my arm.

As we neared the corner, I saw some of my friends waiting for their bus. A panic like I’d never known welled in my throat.

"Please, Sheila, let’s wait ‘til they’ve gone."

She released my arm. "Join them, Peter."

"I’m going home."

"Join them or I’ll spank you in front of them."

"You wouldn’t."

"Try me.

Sighing, I moved toward the bus stop. My head hung low and my eyes were one with the ground. As I got nearer, Fred said, "Look at that!"

"Its Peter!" Paul exclaimed. "My God, Peter, what are you wearing?"

"Look at his coat. It says ‘Miss’ Gates," Fred said.

Paul laughed, "You look pretty, Miss Gates."

I stood silently, tears welling in my eyes.

"Are you going to school like that?" Jim asked.

I stared at the ground holding my bag in front of my pleated pink skort.

"That’s the Miss Mary’s uniform," Fred said.

"You’re going to a girls’ school!" Paul exclaimed.

A few girls arrived in uniforms like mine. They giggled when they saw me. The jeers and giggles continued until the pink and white school bus, bearing the name MISS MARY’S SCHOOL FOR GIRLS, pulled up at the curb. I ran to get on it, away from my former classmates.

The girls on the bus were dressed in uniforms matching my own, except they were wearing pleated pink skirts instead of skorts. They eyed me and smiled. I sat by myself.
Would the girls tease me? What would I do about it? I couldn’t hit a girl.

At the next stop, several more girls got on. One of them sat next to me. She looked about twelve.

EXCERPT FROM ‘SCHOOLED’ VOLUME TWO
Crimson with resentment and humiliation, I started to undress. Soon came the moment I dreaded, the moment this clerk saw my panties filled with the bulge that was so obvious because I had no gaff.

"How darling," she exclaimed.

"Will you suggest a bra and panty set for him?" Sheila asked.

"Of course."

She brought me a pair of pink nylon panties. They were trimmed with lace and little rosebuds of blue satin ribbon. I turned my back and changed into them. A matching pink bra filled with foam inserts followed.

"You have a lovely figure," Mary said running her fingers over my bra.

It was a humiliating, deflating feeling.

For what must have been an hour, I tried on garment after garment - sheath dresses, frilly blouses, swishing skirts, woolen skirts, pleated chiffon skirts, dresses for casual wear, party dresses, filmy nighties and so forth.

Finally, Sheila said, "I think he has enough for today. Please keep his measurements in case I need something in a hurry. Normally, of course, I’ll bring him in so he can try things on."

"Certainly!" It is such a pleasure to help your son select her . . . I mean his things."

EXCERPT FROM 'SCHOOLED' VOLUME TWO
"Let’s pack up your boys clothes. You won’t be needing them anymore."

As we packed, my tears never stopped. Finally, we had everything in boxes. We took them to the attic and Sheila locked them up. I wondered if I’d ever see them again.

EXCERPT FROM 'SCHOOLED' VOLUME TWO
As soon as I got off the bus the girls surrounded me.

"Pretty Peter’s got tits," Trish said.

I blushed but couldn’t hide the mounds on my chest.

"She’s all girl now," Pam said.

"What do you think, a ‘B’ cup?" Trish asked.

"They’re bigger than mine," Grace said.

EXCERPT FROM 'SCHOOLED' VOLUME THREE
"We’re going out."

"We’re not."

"Aren’t you proud to wear my things?"

"I don’t want to go out."

"Say good bye to my sister and her friends."

She propelled me out of the house and headed toward the park.

"Not the park. Paul might be there."

"He’ll be so jealous," she said lifting up my dress.

Paul and Fred were walking toward us.

"Betty we have to go now!"

"Why?"

It was too late.

"Hi sissy," Paul hissed. "All dressed up in your Sunday best."

"It’s not his Sunday best," Betty said.

She wouldn’t tell!

"Okay girl-boy, lift it," Paul said.

"Don’t make me."

"I’ll take that dress off you too."

"Be careful. It’s mine," Betty said.

"He’s wearing your clothes?" Fred asked.

"Yes."

"I’ll try not to rip it," Paul said.

"Just do it, Peter," Betty said.

I wanted to fight, but he might take me back to the men’s room. This time I might not be rescued. Sheila would make me pay too.

Reluctantly my fingers went to the delicate hem of my dress, and I raised it a few inches.

EXCERPT 'BEAUTIFIED' VOLUME ONE
Before he could protest further, she pulled his shirt up over his head. He tried not to cry as she took his pants down. Motioning for him to sit on the bed, she removed them along with his sneakers and socks and packed them into the suitcase too. Now he was wearing only his underpants.

"May I . . . may I keep them on, please, Miss Baldwin?"

"Now, dear, we certainly don’t want to offend your modesty, so of course you may keep them on, until we get you into a suitable pair of panties."

"Panties? Please, Miss Baldwin, can’t I wear my underpants. I mean they won’t show?"

"I know they won’t, dear, but I’m just afraid if we leave but one item of boys’ clothing in this house, your brother will be tempted by it. We can’t have that now, can we, Nicky?"
He didn’t think Mike would run away just in underwear, but he guessed it was possible. By the minute, he was getting angrier with Mike. It was his fault this was happening. However, he could not concentrate on that, only on the thought of the ordeal that he knew now was only moments away.

She took him into her bedroom. While he stood trembling, she went to her bureau and produced a pair of pink panties edged with lace. She handed them to him.

EXCERPT BEAUTIFIED VOLUME TWO
"You and I are going into town to do a little shopping. Afterward, dear, we will have dinner together at a restaurant then Auntie is going to take you to a movie. Now aren’t you excited?"

For a moment, he was speechless. His hands clutched at the sides of his dress and then drew away as he remembered that Miss Baldwin didn’t like him to do that.

"In . . . town? But . . . but, Auntie, I mean . . . like this?"

"But, of course, Nicole. I think that dress is fine. You’d rather wear another?"

"B-but, Auntie, p-people will s-see me. They’ll know I’m a boy."

"You certainly do not look like a boy to me," Miss Baldwin said with a smile.

"Oh, but my . . . my hair . . . m-my face. I do look like a boy. Oh, Auntie Eve, please don’t make me. I’ll die if anyone sees me like this."

"Nonsense, Nicole. You are such a timid little girl. I’m sure that once you get out you’ll enjoy every minute of it. We are going, you know." Then, as if the thought had just occurred to her, "But perhaps you think you do not look pretty enough?"

"P-pretty?" That was the least of his worries. He didn’t want to look pretty. As he was miserably considering this thought, Miss Baldwin continued.

"I don’t think a girl your age should be allowed much makeup dear, but perhaps for an outing, I guess, if you really want, I could let you use a little."

"I don’t want to wear any makeup." Mike would just kill him.

"Very well, dear. Are you ready?"

Suddenly he realized what he’d just rejected. Perhaps, just perhaps, with makeup, people might think he was a real girl. At least there was a chance. As he was right now, everyone would recognize him. After that, his life would never again be worth living.

"Oh, Auntie, I changed my mind. I think . . . I think I’d like to wear makeup."

EXCERPT BEAUTIFIED VOLUME FOUR
There were dozens of cars at the entrance to the park. Nick carefully held down his dress and petticoats, spun on the car seat and stepped out. He looked around nervously while Miss Baldwin insisted on fussing with the boy’s ribbons.

"That is much better," she said. "Give your makeup a final check, darlings."

Nick opened his purse, removed a mirror and freshened his lipstick.

Miss Baldwin took out her perfume and sprayed it liberally over them. Nick felt so foolish he wished that he could die. Or at least run, but where could he go in this silly outfit.
They walked into the park, Nick’s eyes cast down. He could hear, feel and see his wide skirt and petticoats. He could smell the heady scent of his perfume just masking that of the freshly mown grass. He shivered as he saw several prettily dressed teenage girls talking and giggling with their boyfriends. As he walked by, he could hear that they were talking about the girl-boys and he winced at the thought of being one. Perhaps if he were careful, they wouldn’t find out. But he looked so out of place in Miss Baldwin’s old dress and Mike, Mike looked just silly.

They made their way to where Mrs. Owens was standing. She nodded and smiled towards them.

"Girls," she said, "I’m delighted to see you again. You both look darling. You don’t have to hang around with us adults, you’ll find Dawn, Peggy and many other children your own age to play with."

She turned to another woman near her and chatted with her briefly. The woman turned and looked toward them with a puzzled expression.

"Go play, darlings," Miss Baldwin said.

"Do we have to?" Mike asked.

"I’m sure you will have more fun playing with the other children, Michelle," now go.

The way she said it, It was not a request.

As they walked away, Mike asked Nick, "Do you like pretending to be a girl?"

"I told you I hate it. Why do you even ask?"

"It’s just that you look so much like one."

"That’s because, if I try real hard, I can fool people into thinking I’m a real girl. It’s embarrassing to behave this way, but it’s so much worse to be recognized as a boy in a dress."

"Yeah, it’s bad," Mike said ruefully looking down at his short, full skirt.

"Where can we go? I don’t want anyone to see us," Nick said looking around. "Oh no," he exclaimed. "It’s Ben and Jerry. Let’s get out of here!"

Too late! The grinning boys greeted them, "Hi, girls." said Ben scornfully.

"Aren’t Nick and Mike cute in their dresses," Jerry said.

"Don’t call them by those names," Ben said, "Dawn told me that they are Nicole and Michele now."

"Go away and leave us alone," Mike said angrily.

"Can you tell us about girls now that you’re one of them, Michele?" Ben asked.

"If I could just get you alone, I’d beat the crap out of you," Mike said his eyes blazing.

The guys seemed startled, but quickly recovered. Ben smiled, "Did you hear that, this sissy girl-boy actually threatened us. That’s a laugh, isn’t it?"

"Yea, Michelle, you talk big for a pantywaist. What are you going to do, scratch our eyes out or run crying to her mommy?"

"Anyone who smells as sweet at they do should talk sweeter too."

"I guess that she talks so brave because she knows that we would never hit a girl."

"I’m no girl, you bastards! I’m no girl!" Mike was yelling.

"Maybe not," Ben said, "maybe you’re a boy. Maybe you’re the toughest boy I ever saw. But I sure don’t think so."

"His little girl-boy sister looks like she wants to kiss you, Ben," Jerry said. "Do you want to kiss Ben, little girl?"

Nick had no idea what to do. He couldn’t stand this teasing, but if he fought, he would be punished even if he won. He stared down at the ground, grabbed a handful of his dress and twisted. He tried to shut out the teasing words, but he could feel his eyes filling with tears. He couldn’t cry.

Then Mike was tugging on his hand. "Come on, don’t pay any attention to them."

Together they hurried off followed by jeers and laughter. The streamers of their bonnets trailed in the air behind them, their skirts and petticoats were swaying. Nick automatically fell into the girlish walk that Miss Baldwin had drilled into him. Mike walked forcefully, like a man. But the effect of his strong posture and stride was only to make him look more ridiculous in his dress.

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