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           " 'You won't make love to me?'
           " 'I promise.'
           "She took her shirt off first and showed a young boy's
         torso. She had no breasts, just the nipples, marked as they
         would be on a young boy. Then she slipped down her slacks.
         She was wearing a Woman's panties, flesh colored, with lace. She
         had a woman's legs and thighs. They were beautifully curved,
         full. She was wearing women's stockings and garters. I said, 'Let
         me take the garters off. I love garters.' She handed me her leg
         very elegantly with the movement of a ballet dancer. I slowly
         rolled down the garter. I held a dainty foot in my hand. I looked
         up at her legs, which were perfect. I rolled down the stocking
         and saw beautiful, smooth, woman's skin. Her feet were dainty
         and carefully pedicured. Her nails were covered with red lac-
         quer. I was more and more intrigued. I caressed her leg. She
         said, 'You promised you would not make love to me.'
           "I stood up. Then she slipped down her panties. And I saw
         below the delicate curled pubic hair, shaped like a woman's, that
         she carried a small atrophied penis, like a dhild's. She let me look
         at her - or at him, as I felt I now should say.
            " 'Why do you call yourself by a woman's name, Mafouka?
         You are really like a young boy except for the shape of your legs
         and arms.'
            "Then Mafouka laughed, this time a woman's laugh, very
         light and pleasant. She said, 'Come and see.' She lay back on the
         couch, opened her legs and showed me a perfect vulva mouth,
         rosy and tender, behind the penis.
            " 'Mafoukal'
            "My desire was aroused. The strangest desire. The feeling
         of wanting to take both a man and woman in one person. She
         saw the stirring of it in me and sat up. I tried to win her by a
         caress, but she eluded me.
            " 'Don't you like men?' I asked her. 'Haven't you ever had a
         man?'
            " 'I'm a virgin. I don't like men. I feel a desire for women
         only, but I can't take them as a man could. My penis is like a
         child's - I cannot have an erection.'
         
           "'I desire women, but I do suffer, because I cannot take
         them like a man, and also because when they have taken me like
         Lesbians, I still feel some dissatisfaction. But I am not attracted
         to men. I fell in love with Matilda, the model. But I could not
         keep her. She found a real Lesbian for herself, one that she feels
         she can satisfy. This penis of mine always gives her the feeling
         that I am not a real Lesbian. And she knows she has no power
         over me, even though I was attracted to her. So you see, the two
         girls have formed another link together. I stand between them,
         perpetually dissatisfied. Also, I do not like the companionship of
         women. They are petty and personal. They hang on to their
         mysteties and secrets, they act and pretend. I like the character
         of men better.'
           "'Poor Mafouka.' "
         

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