I opened the door. Standing in front of me was a middle-aged mail carrier.
"Good morning, Mr. Mailman," I said."I am Miss Priscilla. I'll take the mail for Miss Helen and the upstairs ladies."
"Good morning, young lady. I'm Nick. It's nice to meet you, Priscilla. I--"
"Miss Priscilla, if you please," I said, politely I hoped! "I request that men & boys call me Miss as a token of respect for my oncoming womanhood."
"Certainly, Miss Priscilla," the man replied.
Then Miss Helen joined us at the door. "Hello, Nick, I wasn't expecting you. I'm sorry I can't offer you coffee this morning."
"That's OK, Helen. I came in at the last minute so I could work overtime to buy Marie a present."
"Is Marie your wife?" I asked.
"No, Miss Priscilla, she's my girlfriend. She doesn't want to get married, she says it's the number one cause of divorce!"
Nick gave Miss Helen all the mail, then said, "Have a good day, ladies." He tipped his hat to me & said, "Very nice meeting you, Miss Priscilla."
"Nice meeting you, Mister Nick", I replied with a curtsey.
When we rejoined Miss Helga and Miss Ingrid the former said, "Well, aren't you the proper young lady! You handled that very well."
"Better than you think, Miss Helga", I laughed. "That mailman & Marie have known Carl & his parents for years! Anyway, one reason we ladies don't get the respect from the males that we deserve is because we don't request or insist on it. THIS young lady wants that respect."
"I've little doubt you'll get it. But Miss Ingrid and I have to leave now."
"Couldn't you go with us to the recital? I know you'd love to watch Kathleen, and I could use more friends in the audience."
"We've another commitment, dear," Miss Ingrid said. "But we will be at YOUR first recital."
"My recital?"
"A girl like you should study ballet," said Miss Helga. "It will make you more graceful."
"I don't know if that'll happen, but I'm glad I'll see Kathleen. Have a good time, ladies."
"You too, Priscilla."
After they left I remarked to Miss Helen, "Those sisters are very nice ladies."
"You're part right, dear. They are nice ladies, but not sisters."
"Half-sisters?"
"No."
"Cousins?"
"No." Miss Helen smiled and said, "Feel free to ask what's on your mind."
"Are they...lovers?"
"I certainly hope so, because Miss Helga and Miss Ingrid are husband and wife."
I felt my eyes widen and my jaw drop. I slowly said, "Husband...and...wife? One of those ladies is a...is a..."
"XY chromosomes, dearie, just like you, Surely you don't think it's only males YOUR age who wear lipstick and petticoats."
"No, I guess not. But how...which one?"
"You may soon learn their story, Priscilla, but for now we'll work on your story."
I looked in the mirror and said, "I want my story to be," then I shook my posterior, "A beautiful tail."
"Don't shake it that much, dearie, you're telling a tale, not an encyclopedia!"
"Actually, Miss Helen, I won't shake it at all. I want people to believe that I'm a well-behaved young lady."
"They will."
We looked at our reflections in the mirror, Miss Helen in her gray suit and I in my blue one.
"We are two charming ladies, aren't we, Priscilla?"
"Yes, we are." and then I started to laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"My parents would probably throw a fit if they saw me now, but my favorite aunt might approve."
"Your aunt Jeanette will be very pleased by her niece Priscilla."
"JEANETTE!" I gasped. "H-How do you know her name?"
"Let's discuss that over a cup of herbal tea"
TO BE CONTINUED!
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
"In The First Flower of Womanhood"--Part 2
Miss Helen said, "First I'll put some panties on you."
"Please give me the frilliest, most girly panties you have", I asked.
She showed me padded panties that were pink with black ruffles. "How do these look? They're specially designed to make a boy look and feel like a girl."
"They look wonderful, Miss Helen."
I stepped into them and she pulled them up my legs.
"Ooh lala, Master Priscilla!" Miss Helga exclaimed."Are you ready for that many ruffles?"
"These and more" I replied.
Miss Helen then strapped a bra to my chest & filled the cups with padding.
"This will create the illusion of a bosom", she said.
"Someday, Miss Helen, it may not be an illusion", I replied, to approving smiles from the other ladies.
"There's plenty of time to decide that, dear. And now it's time to choose a corset."
"I want the one that will make me look the most curvaceous."
"Curvaceous? " Miss Helga asked. "Where did you learn that word?"
"I think I read it somewhere, Miss Helga."
Miss Helen smiled. "It will be THE word to describe you, Master Priscilla, no matter which one you choose."
I chose one that looked the same as that which Miss Helen was wearing when I first saw her. She laced and hooked me into it, then asked how it felt.
"It's very tight, I'll need to breathe right", I replied. I was okay after a few seconds, then Miss Helen rolled stockings up my legs & attached them to the garters.
"Looking good so far, Master Priscilla", Miss Helga remarked. "I hope you feel as nice as you look."
"Thank you. I hope Kathleen thinks I look nice."
"She will, dear" Miss Helen said. "Now I want you to put on your petticoat."
I stepped into the frilly white garment & pulled it upward. Miss Helen adjusted the shoulder straps.
"We're now ready for your blouse and skirt. How do want you neckline and your hemline?"
"I want a high neckline and low hemline, please, Miss Helen. I like modesty in girls, and now that I'm a girl I want to project that same modesty."
"I'm glad to hear you say that."
She helped me put on a white blouse, then I pulled up a skirt that had a below-the knees hemline.
"Oh, I also have to choose a wig."
Miss Ingrid laughed, "Who said anything about a wig?"
"Miss Helen, I can't go out in boy's hair!" I protested.
"She's only teasing, Master Priscilla. I think you'll look nice in a red shoulder-length wig."
"You're probably right. Both my Mom and my Aunt Jen--um, my favorite aunt, have red hair, so I want to look as good as they do."
Miss Helen did put a wig on me, applied some lipstick and other makeup, & had me step into a pair of high heels. The final item was a pair of gloves.
"And now, Master Priscilla, are you ready to gaze into the mirror?"
I took a deep breath, then said, "Yes, I am."
She asked the other ladies to stand on either side of the mirror, and she asked me to close my eyes.
"Ladies, please remove the blanket". I heard it fall to the floor.
"Please open your eyes, MISS PRISCILLA!"
I opened my eyes and gazed into the mirror. Looking back was (if I do say so myself!) a pretty female in a feminine suit and long red hair. I stood in total silence for a few seconds, then I
exclaimed, "THIS IS THE HAPPIEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE!"
"It's a happy moment for me, too", Miss Helen said.
After she hugged me I asked Miss Ingrid, "What do you think?"
"You're quite pretty, Miss Priscilla," she replied.
"Thank you. Miss Helga?"
Miss Helga looked me up and down a few seconds, then said, "My dear Master Priscilla--"
I grimaced when she said that!
"I mean, my dear MISS Priscilla--"
That won her a smile and a curtsey.
"You look like you are in the first flower of womanhood."
"I do, Miss Helga?"
"You do, Miss Priscilla."
"Miss Helga, that's one of the nicest--no, that is THE nicest think anyone's ever said to me!"
All three ladies hugged me. Then the doorbell rang.
"May I answer the door, Miss Helen?"
"Yes, dear."
I thanked her and walked into the hallway.
TO BE CONTINUED!
"Please give me the frilliest, most girly panties you have", I asked.
She showed me padded panties that were pink with black ruffles. "How do these look? They're specially designed to make a boy look and feel like a girl."
"They look wonderful, Miss Helen."
I stepped into them and she pulled them up my legs.
"Ooh lala, Master Priscilla!" Miss Helga exclaimed."Are you ready for that many ruffles?"
"These and more" I replied.
Miss Helen then strapped a bra to my chest & filled the cups with padding.
"This will create the illusion of a bosom", she said.
"Someday, Miss Helen, it may not be an illusion", I replied, to approving smiles from the other ladies.
"There's plenty of time to decide that, dear. And now it's time to choose a corset."
"I want the one that will make me look the most curvaceous."
"Curvaceous? " Miss Helga asked. "Where did you learn that word?"
"I think I read it somewhere, Miss Helga."
Miss Helen smiled. "It will be THE word to describe you, Master Priscilla, no matter which one you choose."
I chose one that looked the same as that which Miss Helen was wearing when I first saw her. She laced and hooked me into it, then asked how it felt.
"It's very tight, I'll need to breathe right", I replied. I was okay after a few seconds, then Miss Helen rolled stockings up my legs & attached them to the garters.
"Looking good so far, Master Priscilla", Miss Helga remarked. "I hope you feel as nice as you look."
"Thank you. I hope Kathleen thinks I look nice."
"She will, dear" Miss Helen said. "Now I want you to put on your petticoat."
I stepped into the frilly white garment & pulled it upward. Miss Helen adjusted the shoulder straps.
"We're now ready for your blouse and skirt. How do want you neckline and your hemline?"
"I want a high neckline and low hemline, please, Miss Helen. I like modesty in girls, and now that I'm a girl I want to project that same modesty."
"I'm glad to hear you say that."
She helped me put on a white blouse, then I pulled up a skirt that had a below-the knees hemline.
"Oh, I also have to choose a wig."
Miss Ingrid laughed, "Who said anything about a wig?"
"Miss Helen, I can't go out in boy's hair!" I protested.
"She's only teasing, Master Priscilla. I think you'll look nice in a red shoulder-length wig."
"You're probably right. Both my Mom and my Aunt Jen--um, my favorite aunt, have red hair, so I want to look as good as they do."
Miss Helen did put a wig on me, applied some lipstick and other makeup, & had me step into a pair of high heels. The final item was a pair of gloves.
"And now, Master Priscilla, are you ready to gaze into the mirror?"
I took a deep breath, then said, "Yes, I am."
She asked the other ladies to stand on either side of the mirror, and she asked me to close my eyes.
"Ladies, please remove the blanket". I heard it fall to the floor.
"Please open your eyes, MISS PRISCILLA!"
I opened my eyes and gazed into the mirror. Looking back was (if I do say so myself!) a pretty female in a feminine suit and long red hair. I stood in total silence for a few seconds, then I
exclaimed, "THIS IS THE HAPPIEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE!"
"It's a happy moment for me, too", Miss Helen said.
After she hugged me I asked Miss Ingrid, "What do you think?"
"You're quite pretty, Miss Priscilla," she replied.
"Thank you. Miss Helga?"
Miss Helga looked me up and down a few seconds, then said, "My dear Master Priscilla--"
I grimaced when she said that!
"I mean, my dear MISS Priscilla--"
That won her a smile and a curtsey.
"You look like you are in the first flower of womanhood."
"I do, Miss Helga?"
"You do, Miss Priscilla."
"Miss Helga, that's one of the nicest--no, that is THE nicest think anyone's ever said to me!"
All three ladies hugged me. Then the doorbell rang.
"May I answer the door, Miss Helen?"
"Yes, dear."
I thanked her and walked into the hallway.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Sunday, February 23, 2014
"In The First Flower of Womanhood"--Part One
APRIL 1964--It was the last Friday in April, the day before my girlfriend Kathleen's ballet recital. We had just left school (7th grade) and were standing outside.
"I know you want to come to my recital, Carl", my redhead friend said, "but Madame K. doesn't allow boys your age into her recitals because of that disruption last year."
"I has nothing to do with that! She's being unfair! And she's also being unfair to Wendy's friend Richard."
"I can't do anything about that, I wish I could, but I'll ask my Aunt Helen. I think she can get you into the recital. Give me a call before 9 tonight."
"OK, thanks, please do what you can. Anyway, do well tomorrow."
We hugged, then I watched her walk away. There was no mistaking the fact that Kathleen was a dancer; perhaps it's better to say that she flowed instead of walked. I waited until she turned a corner, then headed for my Aunt Jeanette's apartment.
My mom & (step)dad were away for the weekend, ergo I was staying with Aunt Jeanette, my biological father's oldest sister. In many ways the taller than average redhead was ahead of her time. In her late twenties she was already executive secretary for a large supermarket chain. She was also a vegetarian, and a good chess player. She was never married; I wondered about that, but I thought it best not to ask why.
After one of her great meals, and after I finished my homework, it was time for a game of chess. I
won for the first time! Then she asked me, "Remember what we discussed last time?"
"Yes, I do, but I haven't thought about it much. I've been concentrating on Kathleen. She said she'll ask her Aunt Helen about--omygosh, what time is it?"
"8:50"
"I have to phone her right away!" I dialed the number she gave me. After two rings she picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Kathleen, this is Carl. Did you ask your Aunt Helen?"
"I did, and she'll help you get into the recital. You have to be at her place by 9 AM."
I wrote down the address & said, "I'll be there. Please tell her I said thanks. See you tomorrow."
"Good night, Carl. Sweet dreams."
It was only after I hung up that I thought of saying, "They'll be of you."
I gave Aunt Jeanette the good news, then she agreed to another game of chess...only I had other things on my mind during this one!
Next morning I went to Miss Helen's house. Upon arrival I saw a short, blond
woman in a pearl gray suit standing outside the two-story building. She smiled at me.
"Good morning, young man. Are you Carl?"
"Yes, ma'am, I am. Are you Miss Helen?"
"No, Carl, I'm Miss Ingrid, one of her upstairs neighbors. She asked me to wait out here for you. The door to her downstairs apartment is open."
"Thank you, Miss Ingrid."
I walked into the apartment's living room. On a wall I saw pictures of Miss Helen and Kathleen, and only of them. (Several years later I would realize the resemblance between Miss Helen & Gates McFadden of "Trek:TNG.)
After a few moments a female voice called, "Carl, is that you?"
"Yes, ma'am".
"Please have a seat. I'll be there soon."
I sat where I could look at the photos. Seconds later I heard the sound of high heels on the floor.
Then Miss Helen entered the room. I rose, and then I saw what she was wearing.
"Good morning, Carl" the lady said, smiling a very pretty smile.
Miss Helen's gloved hands were on her curvaceous hips. Her feet were in red stilettoes, her legs were in fishnet stockings held by black garters to a red and black corset. Her auburn hair framed her perfectly made up face and flowed towards her breasts. Of course I had seen pictures like this, but seeing a woman in the flesh...
"Feel free to look at me, Carl. Both of us know you want to!"
"Y-yes, ma'am, I do. You're very pretty, ma'am."
"Thank you", she said as she curtseyed. "I like your politeness in saying ma'am, but I want you to call me Miss Helen. Is that clear?"
"Yes...Miss Helen", I replied.
"Now we are friends", she said as we shook hands. "How may I help you, friend?"
"Well. friend, I want to see Kathleen dance, but her teacher doesn't allow boys my age into the recitals. But she said you can get me in there."
"I am THE lady who can do that, Carl. You'll have to wear a suit."
"A suit? OK, I'll go home and put on--"
"No, Carl, you probably don't own the kind of suit you MUST wear today. It's on the outside of that closet."
I turned eyes left & saw a suit consisting of a dark blue jacket...AND A SKIRT!
"Miss Helen, that's a girl's suit!"
"It's what a girl wears to her friend's recital. Since Madame K. prohibits boys, the only way you can get in is if you're dressed as a girl."
"Really?"
"Really." After a few seconds she asked, "Do you like that idea, Carl?"
I walked over, took down the suit, and held it against me. "No, I do not like the idea...I LOVE IT!"
"Really?"
"Really! I like girls, especially Kathleen, and women, especially my mom and my
favorite aunt, very much, and I often dream about being female for a short time. I put on my mom's clothes, or my aunt's clothes when I visit her place. That's when nobody's around, of course!"
"Of course! And how do you look in them?"
"Not so good", I sighed. "I like how they feel on me, but without a wig and makeup I look like a boy in a dress."
"You'll look nothing like a boy when I'm done with you, Carl. Or is that Carla?"
"It's Priscilla, whenever I put on female things."
"Very well, Master Priscilla--"
"Master Priscilla?"
"You'll be called Master Priscilla until the makeover is complete, then you'll be Miss Priscilla."
"I'm looking forward to that, Miss Helen."
"I am, too, dear, and so is Kathleen. Now, I want you to please shed every stitch of male clothing and put on this frilly pink negligee, then go and take a shower."
I didn't need to be asked twice!
By the time I finished my shower Miss Helen had put on a blouse and skirt and had girl's clothes on the living room sofa. She had also covered a full-length mirror with a blanket.
I looked at my new clothes. "They look wonderful, Miss Helen. I only hope I can do them justice."
"You will, Master Priscilla, with help from me, of course!"
Then there was a knock on the door.
"That'll be my upstairs neighbors, Miss Helga and Miss Ingrid. They want to watch your makeover. They're very supportive of my work."
"That's fine, Miss Helen. In doing something like this I need all the support I can get."
She opened the door. "Come in, ladies, please say hello to Carl, now Master Priscilla, whom I'm changing into Miss Priscilla."
"I met Master Priscilla before", Miss Ingrid remarked. "I like what you're wearing now."
"So do I, Miss Ingrid" I replied.
Miss Helga, the blue-suited taller lady, asked, "Did your mother or an aunt bring you here, dearie?"
"No, Miss Helga," I replied, and then I explained why I was there.
"That's wonderful!" she exclaimed. "My friend Miss Helen is indeed the lady who can transform you into a charming girl. And Miss Ingrid & I want to watch."
Before I could respond, the lady removed a $5 bill from her pocketbook. "We're willing to pay you."
"You are?"
"We are. Watching Miss Helen turn a girl into a young lady is the second favorite thing Miss Ingrid & I like to do."
"What's the first?" I asked.
"Watching her turn a BOY into a charming young lady", Miss Ingrid laughed.
I asked Miss Helen to hold the money for me. Five dollars was a lot for a 12 year old boy in 1964, & I didn't want to have to explain my sudden wealth! She put the bill into an envelope & wrote CARL in blue ink on the outside. Then she crossed that out and wrote PRISCILLA in pink crayon. I was pleased with that!
"And now, Master Priscilla, it's time to dress you", Miss Helen announced.
TO BE CONTINUED!
"I know you want to come to my recital, Carl", my redhead friend said, "but Madame K. doesn't allow boys your age into her recitals because of that disruption last year."
"I has nothing to do with that! She's being unfair! And she's also being unfair to Wendy's friend Richard."
"I can't do anything about that, I wish I could, but I'll ask my Aunt Helen. I think she can get you into the recital. Give me a call before 9 tonight."
"OK, thanks, please do what you can. Anyway, do well tomorrow."
We hugged, then I watched her walk away. There was no mistaking the fact that Kathleen was a dancer; perhaps it's better to say that she flowed instead of walked. I waited until she turned a corner, then headed for my Aunt Jeanette's apartment.
My mom & (step)dad were away for the weekend, ergo I was staying with Aunt Jeanette, my biological father's oldest sister. In many ways the taller than average redhead was ahead of her time. In her late twenties she was already executive secretary for a large supermarket chain. She was also a vegetarian, and a good chess player. She was never married; I wondered about that, but I thought it best not to ask why.
After one of her great meals, and after I finished my homework, it was time for a game of chess. I
won for the first time! Then she asked me, "Remember what we discussed last time?"
"Yes, I do, but I haven't thought about it much. I've been concentrating on Kathleen. She said she'll ask her Aunt Helen about--omygosh, what time is it?"
"8:50"
"I have to phone her right away!" I dialed the number she gave me. After two rings she picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Kathleen, this is Carl. Did you ask your Aunt Helen?"
"I did, and she'll help you get into the recital. You have to be at her place by 9 AM."
I wrote down the address & said, "I'll be there. Please tell her I said thanks. See you tomorrow."
"Good night, Carl. Sweet dreams."
It was only after I hung up that I thought of saying, "They'll be of you."
I gave Aunt Jeanette the good news, then she agreed to another game of chess...only I had other things on my mind during this one!
Next morning I went to Miss Helen's house. Upon arrival I saw a short, blond
woman in a pearl gray suit standing outside the two-story building. She smiled at me.
"Good morning, young man. Are you Carl?"
"Yes, ma'am, I am. Are you Miss Helen?"
"No, Carl, I'm Miss Ingrid, one of her upstairs neighbors. She asked me to wait out here for you. The door to her downstairs apartment is open."
"Thank you, Miss Ingrid."
I walked into the apartment's living room. On a wall I saw pictures of Miss Helen and Kathleen, and only of them. (Several years later I would realize the resemblance between Miss Helen & Gates McFadden of "Trek:TNG.)
After a few moments a female voice called, "Carl, is that you?"
"Yes, ma'am".
"Please have a seat. I'll be there soon."
I sat where I could look at the photos. Seconds later I heard the sound of high heels on the floor.
Then Miss Helen entered the room. I rose, and then I saw what she was wearing.
"Good morning, Carl" the lady said, smiling a very pretty smile.
Miss Helen's gloved hands were on her curvaceous hips. Her feet were in red stilettoes, her legs were in fishnet stockings held by black garters to a red and black corset. Her auburn hair framed her perfectly made up face and flowed towards her breasts. Of course I had seen pictures like this, but seeing a woman in the flesh...
"Feel free to look at me, Carl. Both of us know you want to!"
"Y-yes, ma'am, I do. You're very pretty, ma'am."
"Thank you", she said as she curtseyed. "I like your politeness in saying ma'am, but I want you to call me Miss Helen. Is that clear?"
"Yes...Miss Helen", I replied.
"Now we are friends", she said as we shook hands. "How may I help you, friend?"
"Well. friend, I want to see Kathleen dance, but her teacher doesn't allow boys my age into the recitals. But she said you can get me in there."
"I am THE lady who can do that, Carl. You'll have to wear a suit."
"A suit? OK, I'll go home and put on--"
"No, Carl, you probably don't own the kind of suit you MUST wear today. It's on the outside of that closet."
I turned eyes left & saw a suit consisting of a dark blue jacket...AND A SKIRT!
"Miss Helen, that's a girl's suit!"
"It's what a girl wears to her friend's recital. Since Madame K. prohibits boys, the only way you can get in is if you're dressed as a girl."
"Really?"
"Really." After a few seconds she asked, "Do you like that idea, Carl?"
I walked over, took down the suit, and held it against me. "No, I do not like the idea...I LOVE IT!"
"Really?"
"Really! I like girls, especially Kathleen, and women, especially my mom and my
favorite aunt, very much, and I often dream about being female for a short time. I put on my mom's clothes, or my aunt's clothes when I visit her place. That's when nobody's around, of course!"
"Of course! And how do you look in them?"
"Not so good", I sighed. "I like how they feel on me, but without a wig and makeup I look like a boy in a dress."
"You'll look nothing like a boy when I'm done with you, Carl. Or is that Carla?"
"It's Priscilla, whenever I put on female things."
"Very well, Master Priscilla--"
"Master Priscilla?"
"You'll be called Master Priscilla until the makeover is complete, then you'll be Miss Priscilla."
"I'm looking forward to that, Miss Helen."
"I am, too, dear, and so is Kathleen. Now, I want you to please shed every stitch of male clothing and put on this frilly pink negligee, then go and take a shower."
I didn't need to be asked twice!
By the time I finished my shower Miss Helen had put on a blouse and skirt and had girl's clothes on the living room sofa. She had also covered a full-length mirror with a blanket.
I looked at my new clothes. "They look wonderful, Miss Helen. I only hope I can do them justice."
"You will, Master Priscilla, with help from me, of course!"
Then there was a knock on the door.
"That'll be my upstairs neighbors, Miss Helga and Miss Ingrid. They want to watch your makeover. They're very supportive of my work."
"That's fine, Miss Helen. In doing something like this I need all the support I can get."
She opened the door. "Come in, ladies, please say hello to Carl, now Master Priscilla, whom I'm changing into Miss Priscilla."
"I met Master Priscilla before", Miss Ingrid remarked. "I like what you're wearing now."
"So do I, Miss Ingrid" I replied.
Miss Helga, the blue-suited taller lady, asked, "Did your mother or an aunt bring you here, dearie?"
"No, Miss Helga," I replied, and then I explained why I was there.
"That's wonderful!" she exclaimed. "My friend Miss Helen is indeed the lady who can transform you into a charming girl. And Miss Ingrid & I want to watch."
Before I could respond, the lady removed a $5 bill from her pocketbook. "We're willing to pay you."
"You are?"
"We are. Watching Miss Helen turn a girl into a young lady is the second favorite thing Miss Ingrid & I like to do."
"What's the first?" I asked.
"Watching her turn a BOY into a charming young lady", Miss Ingrid laughed.
I asked Miss Helen to hold the money for me. Five dollars was a lot for a 12 year old boy in 1964, & I didn't want to have to explain my sudden wealth! She put the bill into an envelope & wrote CARL in blue ink on the outside. Then she crossed that out and wrote PRISCILLA in pink crayon. I was pleased with that!
"And now, Master Priscilla, it's time to dress you", Miss Helen announced.
TO BE CONTINUED!
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