on. The sleeves were short and full. The earlier back-zipper had been hard, but this one's buttons were impossible!

Judy clapped her hands with delight. "Chrissy, I wish I could look so good in so many different styles. If you wish, you can take all four."

"No thanks, Judy, I can't handle those rear fastenings." He hoped they would give up. no, not a chance!

But

"OK," "Judy replied. "That means you can take the other two, along with the bra, slip, and shoes. Let's see now," she tallied on her note pad. "You will need at least three bras and two slips along with the two dresses. There's another pair of pumps in the pile there that have shorter heels, if you like." He nodded silently, amazed at the long list she was accumulating. "And I insist that you take at least two blouses, one that buttons and one with a zipper in the back, to practice."

She bustled off to collect the other items while Chris removed the last outfit and Tracy packed or rehung the many articles of clothing he had just acquired. When he got down to removing the bra, Tracy noticed and said, "You don't have to take that off too, Chrissy. Why don't you wear it home."

"No thanks," he responded and dropped it into the box which he placed on the pile. He knew they would insist on his wearing it out in public eventually, knowing his 'friends' and their ability to easily pursuade him to do their bidding, but, since he could do it voluntarily at the moment, he was going to delay the hour when he would have to wear that 'over the shoulder boulder holder for as long as he possibly could.

He did a double-take at the clock as he and Tracy left the boutique, their arms loaded with Chris's newest wardrobe additions. They had been

there for over two hours! He now knew why women always took so long when they went out shopping for clothes. What an experience! And he had help!

Finally back in his apartment and alone, Chris jumped in the steaming shower and scrubbed vigorously at his head and body, as if to remove the memory of the oddly erotic sensations he had experienced in that fitting room. Afterwards he pulled on a pair of white cotton panties (they were the closest he could get to his long gone jockey briefs and he slept better in them than in the nylon type). Then slipped a blue cotton nightgown over his head. Back in the bathroom, his by now well-practiced fingers set his hair with the curlers and pins that Mattie had given him almost a month before. He hated sleeping with that mess on his head and he had seldom tolerated the discomfort. But the present circumstances, and Mary's orders, dictated the effort. The girls had insisted on him presenting the best possible appearance tomorrow.

He spent the long night in an uneasy state of half-wakefulness and was up long before the alarm could sound. He made his normal visit to the bathroom for relief and brushed his teeth, then blearly checked his head and decided to leave the rollers in place. Returning to the bedroom he discarded the cotton nightgown and panties and stood naked, staring at the pile of newly acquired apparel arrayed on a nearby chair and dresser. Even before yesterday, at every opportunity, Judy would have something new for Chris, a blouse or panties, a new pair of slacks, and even garters and hose had been gradually added to his wardrobe. Now the huge dresser was stuffed with feminine underwear and accessories, and the spacious walk-in closet was half full of blouses, sweaters, pantsuits, and slacks. Chris had long ago lost