wolf among the sheep?"

"Well, not really, ma'am. I never did much girl chasing, and when my parents died, well, I just didn't have the time for that sort of thing. But I guess I've still got a good healthy interest in the ladies." He blushed again.

"It's ok here, I guess. I don't have much trouble with the limitations placed on me though. "I'm glad to know you're handling this monk-like life we have imposed on you, Chris. And I know the situation here has been explained to you before, but,..." and she proceeded to repeat the litany about the man-troubles that brought most of the women to Graystone, both to work and as patients. She restated the rules about his clothes being unisexual and that his behavior must be exemplary. "I ask you again, Chris. Are you having any trouble living within the limits we have imposed on you?" she asked pointedly.

"Not really ma'am, I don't think so," he answered somewhat nervously.

She pounced, raising her voice slightly. "What about when you go swimming? And what about your difficulty at Alice's desk just a few minutes ago?" She pinned him down with her steel grey

eyes.

Chris stared back in disbelief, then sputtered, "What? How did you... I'm sorry but..."

"I can sympathize with your problem a bit," she softened, "but that sort of incident has precisely the wrong impact here. However, we can solve it."

Chris was afraid to ask but he did anyway. "Oh? How's that?"

Mrs. Ambrose didn't hesitant for a second. Icyly she declared, "In order to prevent a repeat of today's incident I must insist that you to wear only slacks or pants with rear or side zippers.

This will help you to be more conscious of your, uh, restrictions and the need for you to curtail your maleness. Judy will alter your uniforms as well as your personal clothing as requested. Also, in the future, I strongly suggest that you wear a panty girdle to reduce, as much as is possible, your masculine plumbing. It will help your waist fit into the slacks as well."

Chris's mouth hung open in despair. "But..., isn't that going kinda far?" he pleaded.

Mrs. Ambrose was unshaken. "It will solve your problem. And I believe that if you wear a lady's swimsuit you won't be so isolated at the pool. Ah yes, you may have to change your personal habits too, but everyone else here sits for that, anyway. You will just be more like everyone else here. You'll fit in better."

"Yea, I suppose." He was very confused. Before he left Mrs. Ambrose's office, she phoned Judy at the shop. After a short conversation she informed Chris that he could pick up some of the altered clothes that afternoon. Slowly and thoughtfully he made his way back to work, his mind in a whirl. He wanted to stay and he wanted to keep his job. It was easy and fun. But he had to submit to so many strange requirements and it appeare that they were continually pushing him closer toward being. 'one of the gals'. He didn't mind the company but he was thinking of them as friends, never considering the sexual ramifications of his relationship with any of them. He wanted desperately to fit in and be part of the team, but he wasn't too thrilled about what Mrs. Ambrose demanded if he stayed.

'Well,' he decided, this is sure better than where I would be now if I wasn't here. Maybe it won't be so bad, I hope. Besides, I signed a contract for over two years and that was an honorable agreement. I'd better stick it out, at