releasing it and looked him over approvingly and stared most obviously into his rapidly deepening cleavage. "Chrissy, you look just marvelous!" she complimented. Then, taking him aside, she said, "I'm getting very positive reports about your conduct, my dear. And from your appearance here tonight I can see that you are living the part expected of you. I wish to congratulate you on your perfect conduct since that unpleasant

incident shortly after your arrival. And I also wish to commend you for your exemplary performance in your work and in your dealings with the staff and residents, especially with your circle of friends. You have become a most pleasing addition to my staff and an consciencious employee." She placed her arm about his bare shoulders. "Might you consider remaining here and making this your permanent way of life?"

Before Chris could stammer out an answer Mary came up with Judy and he was judiciously swept away into the hum of activity that had become a low roar.

The Party was typical of such affairs with a large table containing punch and elaborate hors d'oeurves. There were about twenty ladies in the room, all formally attired in a wide variety of evening gowns. Chris stood off shyly, listening to the soft music, as his friends began mixing slowly, but, as he noticed and greeted various other staff members he knew, he began to relax and found himself becoming a part of and participating in the growing wave of voices as the party's pace picked up.

The evening was not bad as formal affairs go, but the best part for Chris was being accepted. In fact, as the hours passed he became so much at ease that he hardly gave a second thought to his progressively effeminate behavior and his elaborate and exotic attire, strapless low-cut

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gown, spike heels, and all. It all began to feel so natural, so comfortable!

In late January, Chris had to change bras. His chest had expanded until he had not needed the padding his original bras provided, then he had to move up a complete size to a 'B' cup. He had long since become accomplished at makeup and his ears had healed from the piercing he had agreed to have done after the New Year's party. His nails were now long and sculptured and polished brightly. Even his voice had changed, breaking into a higher tone at odd times, and more frequently as the days passed. He thought often of the gradual but unmistakable changes he was experiencing, and he wondered how simply living on Ambrose Island could cause his physical alterations. Granted, the cosmetics, lotions, and bath products he now used daily may have had something to do with his transformation, along with long hours indoors that faded his usual deep tan and gave his body a much paler creamier complexion. Still, he just could not imagine how he could change so! Regardless of Andrea's explanations. The thought of being mistaken for a female no longer bothered him, but he knew his high school friends would never recognize him now if they met him on the street. Spring was in the air. In late March the weather was turning pleasantly warmer, enough for Chris to want to be outside a great deal more. was time to think about shorts, or, as Mary suggested, short sport skirts. This reminded Chris of the ill fit of his slacks just a few weeks earlier. Again, every pair was tight in the hips and loose at the waist. This was the second time that his pants needed alterations! Well, he needed them so Chris had his slacks and pants altered and bought some new ones besides.

It

Later, wearing only panties, Chris turned to examine his reflection in the full-length mirror.

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