If you love me…

 

 

(note: I've fallen in with a group of writers specializing in feminizing fiction)

 

“Honey, what’s this?” Dan said, holding up the hanger containing a dress.

Beth, his wife, sat on the couch, fiddling with her phone.

“What does it look like?” she asked, not looking up.

“It looks like a dress,” Dan said.

“Bingo!” Beth said, still not looking up. “What’s the matter, don’t you like it?”

Dan looked a little doubtful. “Well, it looks a little too slutty to wear to a wedding.”

“It’s not for the wedding, it’s for a bachelor party,” Beth said.

“You’re going to wear this to Mike’s bachelor party.

“I’m not,” Beth said, glancing at Dan for the first time, “You are.”

“Me?”

“Mira found out that the boys are going to hire a stripper for Mike’s bachelor party.”

“That’s pretty typical,” Dan said. “But what does that have to do with me wearing this dress?”

“Mira and I have arranged for you to fill in for the stripper.”

“What?”

“You’re the only one we trust.”

“What about actually getting a woman to fill in,” Dan said.

“We thought about that. But even then, you know how Mike is, we need to avoid temptation. His friends can be very persuasive, and the last thing Mira needs have her new husband cheating on her from the start.”

“But me? Are you crazy?”

“It makes perfect sense,” Beth said. “You’re small for a man and have feminine features.”

“And I’m someone Mike knows. He’d recognize me in a heartbeat.”

“Not if we fix you up right.”

“That’s nonsense. Even if you and our daughter could pass me off as a girl, I don’t know the first thing about striping, other than what I’ve seen in movies.”

“Mira can teach you,” Beth said. “She did a little striping to pay her way through college.”

“It still doesn’t make any sense. The moment I strip down to my skivvies my cock will give the game away.”

Beth giggled. “We could help with that, too. It’s not so big. We could tuck it away. Besides, nobody expects you to get completely naked, and if they do happen to find out that you’re a man, the joke will be on them and it’ll be too late for them to get a real girl.”

“They would murder me,” Dan said.

“Don’t you love your daughter?”

“Of course, I love her. Why would you say that?”

“Because if you don’t do this, her marriage might end before it even gets started. If you want to see her happily married to mike, then you need to do this.”

“You two are putting me in a very awkward position,” Dan said.

“If you do this, there may be some unexpected reward for you later,” Beth said with a suggestive look in her eyes. “Please, Dan. If you love me, you’ll do this.”

Dan took a deep breath.

“I know I’m going to live to regret this,” he mumbled. “I’ll do it. For you. And for our daughter’s future happiness.”

“Wonderful!” Beth exclaimed. “I’ll let Mira know. We don’t have any time to lose.”

 

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Not wasting time meant starting immediately.

Mira rushed over carrying an assortment of bags as well as her makeup kit and set up shop in the master bedroom, laying everything out on the bed. – some of which seemed to surprise Dan.

“This looks like a lot more than just wearing a dress,” he said.

“Of course,” Beth said, seated up near the top of the bed.

“Relax, Dad,” Mira said. “I know what I’m doing.”

“But all this…”

“It’s essential,” Mira told him. “You’re going to arrive wearing one dress, but you’ll be changing costumes for most of the party. As a striper, you will be expected to put on a show – and many of those outfits will be far more provocative.”

“More provocative than this?” Dan said, indicating the original dress.

“Yes, Daddy, it’s a tease,” Mira said. “You want to go in looking good so the men will want to see even more of you.”

“Let’s hope they don’t see too much,” Dan joked.

“That’s why we have this,” Mira said, picking up a small pink plastic box from the bed.

“What the fuck is that?”

“It’s a chastity cage, daddy,” Mira said.

“If you get hard during this, the game is all over.”

Dan blushed. “What makes you think I’ll get hard?”

“You will,” Beth said looking over at him. “You’re starting to get hard even thinking about it. Besides, you never know what turn a man on. The clothing will feel great on you, and it will have an effect, whether you want it or not.”

“Mother will you do the honors,” Mira said, handing the cage to Beth.

“Now?” Dan said. “You want to put that thing on me now?”

“The sooner the better,” Mira said. “You’ll need to get used to it.”

“But how will I have sex with your mother with this thing on me?” Dan asked.

“No sex,” Beth said. “Not until after the wedding.”

“That’s almost two weeks away,” Dan said. “And the bachelor party is even sooner than that.”

“We’re going to keep your dick locked up as insurance against you trying to back out of this,” Beth said.

“But the party will be over a week before the wedding,” Dan said. “Why do I need to wear this torture device for an extra week?”

“To spice up our love life,” Beth said. “I’ve never denied you sex before, but I’m sort of turned on by this, and who knows denying you might make you an even better lover, especially when it comes to oral sex.”

“I hope you realize you’re saying all this in front of our daughter,” Dan said.

“Oh daddy, don’t be silly,” Mira said. “None of this is new to me.”

Dan’s expression soured. “Don’t tell me you’re no longer a virgin,” he said

“Stop with the small talk,” Beth said. Let’s get started. Dan you have to strip!”

Dan complied.

“Cage first, then the panties,” Mira said, staring down at Dan’s exposed cock. “Boy, Day, I never realized how small you are. It’s a wonder I ever got born.”

“Stop with the cheap jokes and get on with this,” Dan growled.

“Who’s joking,” Mira said, as Beth grabbed Dan’s cock, pushed it into the cage, closed the door and locked it, keeping one the keys and giving the other to their daughter.

‘Why does our daughter get one of the keys?” dan asked.

Beth blinked at him innocently.

“In case I lose mine,” she said. “You wouldn’t want to be locked up like that forever, would you?”

‘Panties next,” Mira announced, holding out a pair of crimson panties with pale flower weaving.

“If I’m not going to strip naked when I get there, why do I need these?” Dan asked.

“For several reasons,” Mira said. ‘We need you to feel as much like a woman as humanly possible, and the panties will help keep the cage hidden.”

‘You are not to remove your panties unless you have no other choice,” Beth said.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Dan asked.

“It means situations like this have a tendency to spin out of control,” Beth said. “We need you to focus on our objective here which is to keep Mira’s future husband from fucking another woman. We expect you to do anything to keep him from doing that.”

“This next,” Beth said, holding up a crimson bra, while Mira came up with a pair of fake boobs and a bottle of glue with which to attach them to Dan’s chest.

“You’re going to glue them to me?” Dan said, looking horrified.

“No striper worth her salt is flat chested,” Mira said. “If we had more time, we’d make you grow your own.”

“You can do that?”

“With enough hormones,” Mira said. “But that would take months if not years. This will have to do for now.”

“So how do I get them off,” Dan said tugging on one of them. “They seem pretty secure.”

“They better be secure,” Mira said. “You don’t want to have a tit fall off in the middle of a lap dance.”

“Don’t worry, honey,” Beth assured Dan. “The glue isn’t permanent. They’ll come off on their own given time. But you will have to endure them until after the wedding.

“I’ll look like…” Dan sputtered

“You’ll look sexy,” Beth said, slowly licking her lips, “And I wouldn’t mind sucking on them a little while we make love.”

Mira put the bra on Dan then stepped back to examine it.

“You’re not too big,” she said. “Just big enough to have some cleavage, which you will need for several of your outfits.”

“Why do I need more than one outfit?” Dan asked.

“I told you, Daddy,” Mira said. “This is a bachelor party. They think they hired a striper and will expect to get a full show – that means changes of costume to fit each new theme.”

“What kind of themes?”

“The one I like best is the sexy nun,” Beth said. “Mira likes the schoolgirl outfit, which explains a lot of things about her when she was young.”

“When you arrive at the party, you will be wearing pantyhose,” Mira said. “But we won’t put those on you until we get rid of all your hair. We’ll do some of that with hair remover in the shower, the rest when we get you a waxing at the salon.”

“Salon?”

“For the finishing touches,” Beth explained. “There is only so much Mia can do for you here. We need you to look fabulous. So, a day or so before the party will take you to the salon where you will get a complete makeover, from the top of your head to your toes..”

“Makeover. How?”

“You’ll see,” Beth said. “Put on the dress.”

In the mirror, the reflection showed the impact of the changes, the lift of the breasts, even the naked legs.

‘I’m going to make you up now so we can get a better idea of how you’ll look,” Mira said. “You’ll get the whole shebang at the salon later.”

Even then, Mira had to pluck his eyebrows to make them look feminine. Then, she fattened his eyelashes, added eyeliner and pink eye shadow, and finally, glowing pink, almost dayglow lipstick until he looked something like a Barby Doll.

“You’re going to have slutty red lipstick when you go to the party,” Beth said. “It is what horny men will expect.”

“This is just to let you get used to wearing it,” Mira said. “You need to feel how it feels, which means from this moment on, you have to stay like this, made up and dressed like a girl.”

“I never agreed to that,” Dan said, sharply.

“You agreed to help us, and it’s the same thing,” Beth said.

“What about my job? I can’t go to work looking like this.”

“Take a leave of absence until after the wedding,” Beth said “Now stop making a fuss. There are other things we need to teach you and we’re running out of time.”

“For one thing, you’re going to need to know how to apply your own makeup.”

“I thought the salon would take care of that,” Dan said.

“Yes, yes, but things happen, and you will need to make adjustments along the way, such as fixing your lipstick if it gets smudged for some reason.”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” Dan grumbled. “What else?”

“You’re going to need some strategies as what to do if things get hot and heavy,” Beth said.

“What do you mean?”

“These are going to be very manly men, who will respond to your teasing them, especially when you’re giving them a lap dance.”

“A lap dance, are you crazy?”

“It will be expected and you better know how or they might suspect you’re not what you say you are,” Beth said.

“I don’t know how,” Dan said.

“Mira will teach you the basics,” Beth said. “After that, you’ll have to play it by ear. Mira, Show him.”

“Sit over there in that chair,” Mira ordered, pointing to an armless chair in the corner, while sue unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, then her skirt, leaving her with only panties and bra.

“What the hell are you doing?” Dan asked.

“This is how you’ll likely look when you start the lap dance, just a bra and panties. So, you need to see how it will look and now how it feels when you give one to a man.”

“You’re going to give me a lap dance?”

“As a distraction,” Beth said. “With your cock in that cage, it won’t have the same effect as it will on those men You’re safe here, far safer than you will be when you’re in the club for those men.”

Mira turned her back to Dan, wiggling her butt, which she lowered into his lap where she wiggled it more. Even with the cage, Dan reacted, drawing pain at the restriction, although his face showed another more moved expression. Mira continued to gyrate until she was sure he got it, then got off him.

“What if the men get fresh?” Dan asked.

“You can bet they will,” Beth said. “But don’t overreact. You can’t just slap their hands away. They will want what they paid for, and they’ll got as far as they can.”

“How far is that?”

“If left up to them, all the way,” Mira said. “But you won’t want it to get that far and let them find out that you’re a fake.”

“So how do I discourage them?” Dan asked.

“You don’t,” Beth said. “You distract them.”

“How?”

“Kiss them, neck with them, let them feel up your tits,” Mira said.

“That sounds like it might make things worse.”

“In that case, you might give them a hand job,” Mira said.

“Are you both out of your minds?” Dan growled.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know how to give a hand job,” Beth said. “I’ve seen you jerking off to porno more than once.”

“But it’s a little different when a girl does it to a guy, Daddy,” Mira said, “You should know how a woman does it just in case.”

Mira picked up a dildo that looked like a giant cock, complete with plastic testicles.

“What the…”

“Pay attention, Daddy,” Mira said, taking one of his hands and wrapping it around the base of the cock. “This could keep you from getting raped.”

“Raped?”

“You’re going to be in a room filled with drunk and horny men,” Beth said. “Most will go there expecting to get some kind of sex, and you’ll be lucky if this is all you have to do before the night is over.”

“This is more than just dressing up,” Dan said, sounding angry.

“You agreed to do it,” Beth said.

“I didn’t know what I was getting into.”

“None the less, you consented,” Mira said. “Let’s show you how to give a hand job the way a woman would. If you make a man cum, it might keep him from asking for more later and want you to go further.”

“What do you mean further?”

“Pay attention, Daddy,” Mira said sharply, then guided his hand along the shaft. “You may need to spit on it to keep the cock moist. Too much friction is not good, Why don’t you spit on the cock now, Daddy.”

Reluctantly, Dan did.

“Now stroke it, up from the bottom, slowly at first, then gradually faster and as the man reacts, faster still, furious. The idea is to make him cum as fast as possible, so you don’t have to keep doing it. You want to make him cum in your hand. Then eat it.”

“What?”

“A striper is expected to swallow,” Beth said matter of factly.

“Of course, not all men will be satisfied with just a hand job,” Mira said.

“My God,” Dan groaned. “Are you telling me…”

“This is only if things get too hot,” Mira said. “Most men will be happy with a blow job. For many men that’s all they want and so they won’t want to fuck you.”

“I’ve never given a blow job in my life,” Dan said. “I don’ plan to do so now.”

“You’re do whatever is necessary to save our daughter’s marriage,” Beth said sternly. “If you have to blow someone, you’ll do it. I don’t care if you have to give blow jobs to every man in the room if that’s what it takes.”

“I told you, I don’t know how.”

“Then you weren’t paying attention all those times I blew you,” Beth said. “That’s a real complement by the way.”

“I was too busy enjoying it to admire the technique,” Dan countered.

“Well, you’re going to learn how now, Daddy,” Mira said. “I’ll show you on the dildo, and then you will show me you doing it.”

Mira held the plastic dick up to her lips, licked the tip of it, then ran her tongue down the length of the cock to the balls.

“You always want to tease the man, “Beth said “You need to make sure to keep him hard. You want his cock quivering in anticipation. Then, when you think he can’t stand any more, you take the cock into your mouth – like Mira is doing, slowly at first, an inch at a time. You want to make him feel as if his cock is in a pussy.”

Mira demonstrated, her painted lips leaving a slight trail of pink along the side of the cock.

“When the time comes, you want to take all of the cock into your mouth, as deep as you can, even if you gag, you keep going,” Beth said. “At some point, he may grab the sides of our head and use your face, fucking your face hard, this usually happens when he’s very close to cumming. When he does, you swallow. All good sissies swallow the cum.”

Mira removed the cock from her mouth.

“Did you get all that, Daddy?”

“Yes,” Dan said, weakly.

“Unfortunately, not every man will be happy with just a blow job,” Beth said. “Then, you’re going to have to give him something closer to what he really wants. This is a case of last resort. But since you don’t have a pussy to offer him, you’ll have to let him fuck you in the ass.”

“No way! I’m not going to do that!” Dan shouted.

“You’ve come this far, you might as well go all the way,” Beth said. “After all, how much worse can this be?”

“Far worse,” Dan said, and rose from the chair.

“Sit down,” Beth said sternly. “I’m not going to let you break up this family because you’re a little squeamish.”

“But you’ve taken this too far.”

“Be quiet. Mira will do it to you so you know how it feels when they do it to you later,” Beth said. “We all hope it doesn’t have to come to this, but if it does, you’ll need to be prepared. Now get up, bend over the bed with your ass sticking out.”

Mira put on a harness, then attached the dildo to it. It looked as if she had a huge dick.

“I’m going to show you how it ought to be done,” Mira said. “But be assured, these men will be ruthless so you’d better lube yourself up throughout the night.”

“When we’re done with you here we’ll install a plug in your ass to keep your stretched out,” Beth said. “You must keep it in you until the night of the party for your own protection.”

Mira squeezed liquid out of the tube, then applied it to the area of Dan’s ass hole.

“How does it feel, Daddy?”

“Odd, but not painful.”

“There will be pain, at first,” Mira said, inserting a forefinger into the hole. “But once you get passed the pain, you will feel real pleasure, an orgasm more like a woman’s than anything you got with your dick, coming from your prostate, and your sissy pussy.”

Dan gasped when Mira put three fingers into his ass and began to fuck him, slow, then fast, then faster.

“I’m going to put the cock in you, Daddy, don’t tense up.”

Even with the warning, Dan moaned loudly when the fake cock entered him, not all the way, not at first, gradually filling him up, and then Mira began to pump, harder, faster, almost brutal until finally, Dan cried out and shook with an orgasm the like of which he had never experienced before.

“I hope I didn’t hurt you, Daddy,” Mira said as she withdrew the cock from out of his ass. “I hope you really enjoyed it, as my small thanks for all you’re doing to save my marriage, for me and my future husband.”

“For all of us,” Beth said. “That covers most of it. I hope you’ve taken notes.

 

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Now all there was left to do was wait: for the visit to the salon, for the party, for the marriage ceremony after that after which Dan would get set free.

Beth had a hectic schedule that kept her busy from dawn to dusk, and with the wedding looming, she had no time to do traditional housework.

So, the next day after Dan’s lessons, Beth pulled him aside to ask him another favor.

“Don’t you think one is enough?” Dan said, only half joking.

“This is not like that,” Beth said. “I’m so caught up with the wedding, I’ve let so many other things slide. I have no time or energy for household chores, and I’ve been thinking, since you’re already on leave of absence, maybe you could help out and do some of these chores instead.

It sounded so reasonable, Dan could not refuse.

“What do you need me to do?”

“Cleaning, laundry, cooking – I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a home cooked meal. And anything else I can think of.”

“Absolutely,” Dan said.

“One more thing,” Beth said. “Since you’ve got to wear a dress all the time anyway, you could wear this while you’re doing the chores?”

She produced a French Maid outfit, complete all the way down to the shoes.

 

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Salon day came.

Mira came to the house to help dress Dan.

“We want you to look extra special today,” Beth said, “So when you look in the mirror after all is said and done, you will feel like a real woman. None of this will work unless you feel that way inside and out.”

The salon girls rallied around Dan, taking their cue from Beth and Mira as to how he should look.

“The sluttier the better,” Beth told him. “He is going to become the center piece of a bachelor party.’

This delighted the girls, and Dan found them flocking around him, doing his toenails nis fingernails, his face. As Mira had predicted, everything on him got painted cherry red, lips, fingernails, eye shadow, matching the outfit he had worn to the mall, and one he would initially wear when he arrived at the party.

The waxing hurt, but Beth assured him it was necessary.

“We need you to be as smooth as possible when you rub against all those horny men,” she told him.

Dan, of course, did not look like Dan when the girls were done, stunning, perhaps too much so. Everybody stopped and stared at him as Beth led him though the mall and back to the car. Mira did not join them, claiming she had another Salon appointment to keep, but would catch up with them later.

“You’re so beautiful I would want to fuck you if I was a man,” Beth told Dan on the ride home.

“Maybe you’ll remember hat when the wedding is over and I get back to being my old self,” Dan said.

“I wish you didn’t have to go back,” Beth said.

“Why?”

“I mean, I really, really love the way you are right now,” she said.

“You’re talking nonsense, Beth,” Dan said. “We have lives to live that aren’t this. I’m doing you and Mira a favor after which all this is over. Do you understand me?”

“We’ll see,” Beth said, then fell silent.

Back home, she told Dan to change back to his maid outfit.

“You still have shores to do,” she said. “Maybe later, I’ll let our rub my feet while I watch TV.”

 

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When the fateful day came, Mira was not around to help Dan pack up the things he needed for the party.

“She has other things to do,” Beth assured Dan. “She’ll pop up at some point, don’t worry.

Beth helped Dan out to the car since – despite a lot of practice – he still found it difficult to navigate in the extreme high heels Beth required him to wear.

She refused to let him drive.

“Text me and I’ll come pick you up,” she said.

On the ride to the venue, Beth expressed to Dan just how enlightening experience the previous few weeks had been.

“I think after this we’re going to have to make some changes,” she said.

“What kind of changes?” Dan asked.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about them now,” she said. “I want you to concentrate on what you have to do tonight.

“I’m not sure I like what you’re telling me,” Dan said with an uncomfortable laugh.

“You might have to get used to my telling you things,” Beth said. “But be assured Darlng, I would never do anything to hurt you. I want what is best for both of us, and I’m sure you want the same thing.’

At this point, she pulled up to the curb in front of the venue. Dan stepped out, taking the bag with his clothing changes. She wiggled her fingers at him and then drove off, looking back at him in the rearview mirror.

He looked remarkable; he looked like a whore.

Careful not to damage his new fingernails, Dan carried his bag into the club, where loud music and rowdy voices said the party had already begun without him.

Dan stepped through the door. Ahead of him a striper was already working the room, dressed and made up just the way Dan was, though a bright pink instead of slutty red, almost a twin to Dan right down to the blonde wig and Stellato heals, and a slightly heaver cleavage. The dancer looked vaguely familiar, currently engaged in giving the men their lap dances and the occasional hand jobs.

“Mike? Is that really you?” Dan called out.

The stripper stopped, squinted at Dan though the thick array of extended eyelashes, blushing so deeply even the makeup could not hide his embossment.

“Dan? What the fuck… Why are you here like this.”

“My wife and your future wife told me they didn’t trust you with a real striper and talked me into taking the striper’s place,” Dan said.

“They said something similar to me,” Mike said. “Mira told me if I didn’t take the place of the stripper, the wedding is off. So here I am giving guys blow jobs and lap dances.”

“I think we’ve been had,” Dan said. “What do you say we get the fuck out of here.”

“Leave my own bachelor party?” Mike said. “I do that and I won’t have a wife to marry. She made it clear I should stay to the end. And frankly, I sort of like it. You know all the attention. Some of these guys actually think I’m a girl.”

“Like it, really?”

“Yes,” Mike said. “I just want to have a good time. And I really want to give them what they want. We may never get this chance again.”

Dan looked at his future son in law, at a girl that was more than a girl, and in the mirror, Dan’s reflection showed him as the same, utterly remarkable.

“There are too many men here for me to tackle alone,” Mike said. “I would really appreciate if you helped share the load.”

Dan looked thoughtful, an expression reflecting something Beth had said, about having come this far, and why not go all the way.

Dan sighed, and said, “Where do we start?”

Over the next few hours, Dan and Mike put on a real show pole dancing and lap dancing and when the time came hand jobs and blow jobs, too – as they had been instructed to do. At one point, Dan glanced at Mike when they were both on their knees before two of these strange men, both of them holding the cock of men neither had ever met before, men the girls had apparently hired to play this role in the charade.

Dan licked the tip of the cock. It was softer and sweeter than the hard fake cock he had practiced on, vibrating a little when Dan’s red-nailed fingers took hold, as he took the cock into his mouth, just a little, the strange taste of pre-cum and urine mingling in him making the hole thing that much hotter. Then, he swallowed it, making it go deep down his throat until he gagged, this man holding the sides of his head so he could fuck Dan’s face, and when the cum came, it filled Dan, and Dan swallowed it all, just like a good sissy should.

How many men the two of them services, neither could ever recall, too much booze, too many hormones, all of it seeping into their collective memory.

Mike got sodomized first, one guy fucking his ass, while another had a dick down his throat, pumping him up, going faster and fast until they both came and cum spilled out despite Mike’s noble effort to swallow it.

Dan got fucked next, one in his ass, the other in his mouth, while his two hands gave hand jobs to two other men, each man cumming at a slightly different moment, spilling over Dans wig, face, fake tits, making his now-smudged cherry red lips glisten not just from this moment but from every cock all night long.

Then the night got old. The men wandered out. Eventually, Dan and Mike sat on a small couch alone, each looking at the other, at what mess each was, yet eyes full of some odd vision.

Then, Dan leaned over, took Mike’s face in his hands, a tender caress of the cheeks, and then a passionate kiss on the lips, tongue exploring tough, Dan did not get fresh. Did not seek to feel tits or cock, did not want anything more that what transpired, the feel of the man who would soon be his son in law.

“Look at these bitches!” Beth said, having arrived unannounced.

“They been partying all night like little whores,” Mira said. “They’re all covered in cum.”

“They should be ashamed of themselves,” Beth agreed laughing.

“What do you think we should do with them?” Mira asked.

“I have a few ideas,” Beth said. “But we need to get them home and cleaned up first.”

“I’m glad you two enjoyed yourselves,” Mira said. “But you’ll get to relive it when you see the tapes.”

“Tapes?” Dan said.

“You don’t think we set this whole thing up without a way of documenting it,” Beth said.

“But why?” Dan asked.

“I told you there will be changes,” Beth said. “We now have both of you exactly where we want you. But come on, we’re wasting time. Let’s get back home. We’ve bought new French Maid outfits for each of you.”

 

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