about some other far more embarrassing and, to Chris, ridiculous ways that he could add to his appearance, like changing styles of underwear and even mentioned that he might consider using some realistic silicone breast forms to fill out his suit, before changing the subject. Chris was also more than mildly disturbed by her casual remarks about makeup and longer hair and permenant waves.

The days at Greystone passed easily for Chris. One day he looked at the calendar and realized that he had been on the island for a month already. The days had passed very quickly! was increasingly confident in his job as well as his relationships with various women there, especially Mary and their tennis group. He had gradually begun to accept what was expected of him regarding his conduct toward the ladies and he was constantly on guard for any wayward masculine behavior that would disturb anyone around him. Thanks to Judy, his wardrobe had filled out considerably with the regular additional pants, including jeans, all rear or side zippers of course, and several rather feminine blouses that buttoned the wrong way. But Chris hardly gave these things a thought as he found himself generally more and more accepted by everyone. fact that pleased him very much.

One day Chris was preparing for work when he found that his underpants were falling apart, which he couldn't understand since they were fairly new when he arrived. 'Oh well, he shrugged, I better replace them.' So, on the way to the office he dropped by and asked Judy for some replacements.

"I'm sorry, Chris,' she responded. "We don't have anything with a fly! These are what we do have though." She showed him several styles of women's panties mostly nylon or silk and very flimsy, some practically transparent."

Chris frowned, hoping his face espressed the

consternation he felt within. "Those will never

do!"

Judy read the expression correctly but could do little about it, but she tried. "Look Chris, since your wearing a girdle all the time now anyway, why don't you try these." She opened a cabinet and handed Chris a pair of hip-huggers.

'Damn!' Chris said to himself. Then to Judy, "Well, I guess I don't have much choice, as usual." He took the panties.

"It's easier if you launder them yourself, Chris. Just hand wash them out in the bathroom sink with soapy water then rinse and hang them on a towel rack overnight. That's what most women do. It only takes a few minutes and they dry quickly."

Dejectedly he stuffed a pair flimsy panties into his single tiny pocket with his room key and headed for work. 'PINK no less!' he swore.

The daily routines of work and exercise at the pool or tennis court continued for several more days before Chris began to feel sluggish and oddly He decided to try to weak for no apparent reason. get to bed earlier, and that meant cutting back on He started getting more his evening activities. rest and less strenuous exercise, this allowing his energy level to slowly recover over several more days.

One day at work Mary commented, "Chris, have you been feeling alright? These passed few days No you have not been you normal energetic self. tennis, no swimming, and you've slowed down noticably at work. Are you getting enough rest?" The young man was at his desk preparing the "Yea, materials for his next round of deliveries. "I was just Mary," he answered offhandedly. feeling a bit run down. I've been getting more sleep these last couple of nights and I'm feeling much better. Don't worry, I'm fine."