women reacted to him. Then the conversation turned to fashions and Chris soon became uncomfortable and felt out of his element. To Chris's chagrin, he soon realized his discomfort was physical too. He politely excused himself and retired to a nearby toilet and selected a stall (no male-type urinals here!). He had to tug and pull to get out of his shorts and girdle. Then the girdle bound up in a tight elastic knot at his knees. He decided it would be easier to sit.

Another day passed before Chris decided to try swimming again. It had been several days since his visit to the pool when he had tried to enjoy his favorite means of exercise. Deciding to face the fact that he would have to wear the one-piece bathing suit, he hesitantly retrieved it from its hiding place far back in the bottom bureau drawer and held it up at arms' length. Instantly, he had second thoughts, dropping the pale blue acrylic garment like it was on fire. For over an hour he paced about the apartment like a caged cat, played with the TV channel selector for several minutes, finally turning it off, selected a book from his small collection then threw it on the shelf in frustration after reading the same paragraph three times. That pastel blue swimsuit constantly attracting his wayward gaze.

"I've gotta get out," he said to the walls through clinched teeth. He stared for several minutes at the suit draped haphazardly over an arm of the sofa. "Damn!" he swore as he grabbed for iť. Trying not to think too much about what he was doing, he stripped, twisted into one of the short girdles to flatten his equipment, then stepped into the suit and pulled the straps over his shoulders. It was form-fitting like a second skin, with padded lifts in the smallish cups that pushed up the flesh of his boyish chest and provided a definite impression of some chest

development. He thought his reflection looked ridiculous but resolved to take the plunge, smirking to himself at the double meaning of that thought.

Caroline noticed him as he entered the pool building and waved eagerly from poolside. She made not a single comment about his attire when he joined her, disappointing Chris somewhat since he was prepared for just about any type of reaction, except indifference. Chris felt rediculous, but as the minutes passed he relaxed a bit and begn to enjoy himself. They talked for a few minutes about the day's work then swam laps and generally had a pleasant time. Even some of the other women joined them at various times to swim and talk. Chris was delighted that he was not being ignored as he had during his last visit to the pool and he almost forgot he was wearing a woman's suit. Still, he was always conscious of the unfamiliar lightness and cut of the material, and especially the bulges at his chest. As small and artificial as they were, those cups felt strange yet somehow natural too. Chris especially noticed the natural swells of pale flesh plumping out above the upper sections of his companions and found himself comparing them to his own minute 'bumps', yet also he noticed that he wasn't excited sexually by the sights. 'That's odd', he thought.

After over an hour Chris was pleasantly exhausted as he and Caroline toweled off before leaving.

Offhandedly Caroline said, "You know, Chris, if you cleaned up your underarms and legs you would greatly improve your looks."

Surprised, Chris asked, "What do you mean?" "Well, if you want to look more like the rest of us girls and blend in better, you should do it right. Girls clean the hair off their legs and underarms to look nice." She grimaced and pointed