tests would only tell us what was happening, they wouldn't explain it any better than I just did. So the reasons for your body's, reaction to this environment may be very hard to discover." Andrea wrapped her fingers around Chris's shaking hands. "Why worry about such techniel gatters anyway? It might be uncomfortable for while, and maybe even a little embarrassing, but why worry about it as long as you live here? It'll just allow you to fit in even more easily."

He thought of another item he may need soon. "Am I gonna have to wear a bra too?"

Andrea laughed. "No, of course not, silly. Your breasts might swell a bit more, but I doubt that yours will grow much beyond their present size. Actually, they have grown very little. just feels like they have since they are so sensitive. Besides, you would have to consume. large and regular doses of a powerful female hormone called Premerine before you could grow breasts of any consequence. Transexuals usually have to take it for years before they develop any significant bodily changes. Are you taking any medication?"

"No, not anymore. I had a bout with a virus a couple of weeks ago and took some antibiotics for a while, that's all."

"Well, then, don't worry about it," she shrugged. "Now, you'd better be getting home." As the weather turned cooler, Chris found himself very sensitive to the chill wind that tended to whip briskly between the buildings, easily penetrating his thin clothing as he made his deliveries around the island. When, on

several occasions, he complained to Mary and the others about his discomfort, they promptly encouraged him to wear pantihose to keep his legs warm. On a particularly cold windy afternoon, his resistance fell another notch when Chris added

pantihose to his regular items of attire as he found they gave his substantial protection against the chill.

A few days later, when he climbed out of bed,. Chris found that during the night he had torn out the rear seam of his last pair of pajamas. He had to replace them, but he knew that Judy would not have them in stock, not for men anyway. Chris remembered the nightgown he had worn in the hospital and a sense of defeat fell upon him like a cloud. He knew what Judy would try to add to his wardrobe if he tried to replace his 'pj's. Never doubting his masculinity but with certain reservations about his sanity, Chris decided to try the boutique, regardless. "Hi Judy," he greeted. "Do you have any pajamas?" "Sure, Chrissy, I have a pair right over

here."

Chris's heart jumped a beat, but the happy feeling of hope was short lived.

Judy shot him down almost immediately as she led him to the sleepwear section, selected a two-piece garment, and layed each section out on the counter for his inspection. "But I'm afraid there isn't much to choose from since we carry mostly nightgowns."

The filmy pink pajamas were not quite what he had in mind. The bottom had legs but that was about where the similarity to men's styles ended since it was fly-less, with a wide elastic stretch waistband and a tight crotch. The top had a deep scooped neck trimmed with a wide band of fine lace and it buttoned up the back. The material was

antron, a thin, almost transparent nylon-type fabric, and the only other colors in his size that Judy pointed out were either bright red or off-white.

Chris looked disgustedly at the wide

assortment of ladies' nightgowns nearby that were