"In The First Flower of Womanhood"--Part 7

     Kathleen, Elizabeth and I entered a small room near the staircase. I don't remember all the furnishings, but it did have a closet & a few chairs, as well as a few throwrugs.
      "Are you wearing a corset, Carl, I mean, Priscilla?"
      "Yes. It feels wonderful."
       "So you like being a girl?" Elizabeth asked.
      "I LOVE being a girl, at least for this afternoon so I could watch Kathleen," I said.
      "I'm glad you feel that way, Priscilla. I would like to see that corset."
      "I have to ..to take off my suit."
      Kathleen and Elizabeth were disrobing as my girlfriend said, "I know, dearie. I want to see you in your corset and stockings. I think you'll look very girly."
       "Not as girly as we are about to look", Elizabeth laughed.
       I removed my suit, petticoat and blouse. By this time both young ladies were wearing nothing but looks of anticipation.
       "You look so girly, Priscilla," Kathleen said. "I want you to kiss me."
        I had dreamed of seeing Kathleen as she was now, naked on a chair. "You're even prettier than I hoped," I said, trying not to breathe too heavily.
       "So are you", she giggled. Then she sat down on a chair, a rug in front of her. "Now please come here & kiss me."
        My mouth formed an O, but Kathleen said, "No, Priscilla, not on the mouth for now. I want you to kiss me where girls kiss each other when boys aren't around."
       "And there aren't any boys here, are there, Priscilla?" Elizabeth asked, grinning.
       "You want me to kiss you...between your legs?" I asked.
       "Very much so. Don't you want to?"
       I knelt down and put my tongue on Kathleen's clitoris, for the first time. She squealed with enjoyment as I stroked up and down.
      "Yes...yes...oh Priscilla you ARE a lesbian!"
      Soon Elizabeth said, "That looks nice. May I have a kiss, Priscilla?"
       I looked up at Kathleen, who nodded yes. Then I licked the dark-haired girl, who also enjoyed it.

       I put my clothes back on, the other girls put on skirts and blouses. Then we went upstairs to have some refreshments,
       Madame K. and Miss Helen greeted us. The first smiled at me, then said, "You look like a charming young lady, Priscilla. I want to talk with you after the others have left."
        Of course I wondered if she suspected something...but her smile seemed to say that she wasn't displeased by anything!
       Then I looked across the room, and saw something that made me think, "Oh, no, it can't be. Or can it?"

         TO BE CONTINUED!