least for a few more months. Anyway, how else can I pay off all those bills without working at scummy jobs and making payments for the next umpteen years of my life. At least this way I'11 be free of debt by the time my contract expires. Finally decided on his future course, Chris arrived at the office, absentmindedly accepting the offered cup of coffee from Mary as he She watched him proceeded with his daily routine. plop behind his small desk and sip the coffee she had provided. Eventually, Chris gave her a quick summary of Mrs. Ambrose's instructions.

"Well, Chris. Around here it's best to go with the flow, so to speak," she smiled while quietly trying to read his thoughts about what was being asked of him.

Soon after work Chris awkwardly greeted Judy at the Dress Shop. "Uh, hi! You have some stuff for me, Jude," he grinned half-heartedly.

"Sure do!" she beamed, pulling out a large cardboard box. "Mrs. Ambrose was very particular about you having zippers in the right places and about the girdles, but she wasn't very specific about what style your uniforms should be, so I kinda did her thinking for her. Besides, I believe that I'm beginning to know you pretty personally too, so.., well, I added a few things I thought you might need. You better look them over."

"OK," he muttered, pulling back the flaps covering the oversized container. The inventory was not short. With comments from Judy, Chris pulled out the contents and piled them on the counter. There were two pair of slacks for off-duty casual wear, with rear zips and high wide waistbands in a cotton-lycra blend. Their respective bright green and red-orange colors were Next far too bright but Chris withheld comment. were two white double-knit jumpsuits for work,

with long zippers up the back (Chris noticed they had very narrow waists and darts at the breasts, definitely feminine contours!). Then he found five (FIVE!) panty-girdles, three were of medium, normal tightness (according to Judy) with high waists and tummy control panels, and long legs with hooks inside (garters!), while the other two were smaller and lighter, more like heavy lycra panties, for active wear like tennis or swimming (Judy's comments again). Chris returned to the box to find a pair of shorts with an elastic waistband (no zips). And, at the bottom of the pile he discovered a pale blue one-piece swim suit that completed the package.

Judy spoke as Chris quickly reboxed his new threads, noting his look of disgusted resignation and blushing cheeks. "Later today, or first thing tomorrow, you can bring in the pants you've been wearing and I'll alter them as needed. OK?" Then she suggested, "While your at it, why don't you pack your old duds and I'll have them stored for you. They aren't of much use to you here anyway." Chris could only nod as he sullenly plodded out the door and headed for his apartment with the large heavy box in his arms. In his room, he. looked at all those clothes with genuine dismay. Finally, he decided to bite the bullet and try one of the girdles. There's an old cartoon showing what appears to be a lightbulb with lines from the bulging sides down to the base. The caption reads 'Fat lady putting on her girdle!' That picture popped into Chris's mind as he stripped then pulled and tugged until that heavy reinforced lycra monstrosity encased him from rib to thigh. A check in the full-length mirror showed a more prominent bulge than was shown on the smallish box he'd taken it from but he doubted he'd ever get it THAT flat! It was a bit difficult to get his hand down inside, but he pushed his manhood down