'absolutely's.

"You didn't grow up in dresses like we did so you'll need all the practice and help you can get."

Chris groaned but said nothing, just stared at the floor for several moments. "Why can't I ever win an argument with any of you? ..Ok," he allowed with a shrug. "I'll try."

"Good!" Mary glanced about the room and each of them gleefully nodded to her. "We will all help you. I think you will be very pleased with our work."

"Some intensive practice sessions over the. next few weeks will certainly help the process, don't you think?" Tracy asked everyone.

"We can

"Absolutely," said Judy to them. "I have uniform dresses or skirts, and slips, and whatever else we need." Then she turned to Chris. get things together tomorrow and start you off the next day."

For a long time the girls sat discussing and planning while Chris sat sullenly listening to his lady friends as they proceded to take over his life. They decided that Tracy and Judy would help him select two uniform dresses and accessories. Caroline had extra time before work since the salon did not open until ten o'clock so she would help in the mornings. Tomorrow after work 'Project Chrissy' would begin.

Tracy stopped by the office the next day just as Chris was about to leave. He had hoped to miss her and sneak back to his rooms, but no such luck. She hurried him off to the store where Judy immediately escorted him into an oversized fitting room where Chris was ordered to strip to his underwear.

He removed all but the pantihose and girdle, then was especially embarrassed by his obvious breast development. In the few days since his talk with Dr. Smith the twin brown circles had

darkened and expanded to silver-dollar size, and his pectorals had swollen dramatically, at least from his perspective. When he looked down those tits looked like they were sticking out at least an inch! They bulged noticeably under the fat nipples and jiggled slightly, even when he walked. But neither Judy nor Tracy seemed to notice, he thought.

Judy pulled the ever-present tape from around her neck and proceeded to take Chris's measurements and scribble them on a scrap of paper. When she got to his chest she read the gauge, measured again, checked, and did it a third time, then a lopsided grin appeared on her lips. Without a word she finished her work and left the room.

Tracy handed him a robe while they waited. After several minutes, Judy returned with yards of white fabric, still on the hangers, draped over each arm and while also carrying several boxes of various sizes.

While she laid out her booty on a chair and the boxes on the floor, she announced, "We'11 stick with uniform whites for now, but later we'll want you to try some of our casual skirts and dresses." She selected one of the smaller containers and handed it to him. "I think you better start with this. You'll be more comfortable."

He pulled off the lid. It was a bra! Standard white with thin shoulder and back straps and shallow slightly padded cups. It wasn't even small enough to be a training bra. The tag

dictated '36A'.

"No!" he whispered painfully, shaking his head. But he got no sympathy from either woman. In fact, they just stared at him, expecting him to do there bidding.

"You need it, you know," Tracy finally