was that he had real friends for the first time in his life, and the fact that they happened to be vary attractive women seemed irrelevant.

Nor was

the fact that Chris, to an outside observer, would have looked very out of place among them.

Wearing his feminine slacks and blouses, and his pageboy hairstyle, an outsider would have either believed him to be a very bad transvestite or an extremely mannish, flat-chested young woman. And this image was not lost on Chris either. He was very much aware of his appearance and was often painfully aware of the odd stares he recieved from some of the staff and patients, even after over month on the island.

For over two weeks Chris led this happy active life, enjoying his general, though qualified acceptance at the hospital. Then, one morning, while showering before breakfast, he noticed that his chest felt funny, kind of itchy, and his tiny nipples were tender. He could not see anything unusual, even using the mirror, so he tried to ignore it. But during the next few days, his chest became increasingly sensitive and tender. Again, he checked himself very closely and found that his nipples were definitely erect and swollen, almost grossly so since they were about the size of a over-sized pencil eraser, much larger than normal. And there were large firm lumps beneath. Probably because he lived and worked at a women's hospital, he thought immediately of cancer! But, men don't get breast cancer! He didn't know what to think!

A few days later Mary offhandedly mentioned, "Say, Chris, did you know that Dr. Smith arrived on the morning boat for her semi-annual visit from the city? I'm sure she'll be happy to see you, don't you think?"

"I'd like to see her again too," he answered, trying to suppress his surprise and excitement. Andrea! Yes, I can talk to her about this latest

'problem'. She'll help me!

Controlling himself with some difficulty, Chris phoned where he thought Andrea would be, Dr. Brown's office. His pulse rushed when Andrea herself answered the phone. "Hi, Andrea, this is Chris."

"Well! Hello, Chris. It's wonderful to hear your voice. How are you, my dear?" Her familiar voice was music to his ears. Suddenly Chris realized he had had a crush on her all this time. Before he had been too busy even to notice. Still, he knew his affection for her was genuine though he would not have called it true love. "Uh.., can I see you today?" he blurted. "Sure," she responded happily. "Say, why don't we have dinner? Oh.., just a minute...." She spoke quietly to someone else, then, "uh.. Chris? Could we make it tomorrow? It'll be Saturday and you won't be working so why don't you come to my cottage early, say about four o'clock? I'll bet you'd like a pleasant home-cooked meal for a change instead of cafeteria food, and we can catch up on old times. OK?"

He realized that she was staying in one of a few private houses (they were more than just cottages) used by high-level staff and VIPs. Mrs. Ambrose, the Administrator, and Dr. Brown each had one of the residences.

"Sure!

That's fine. See you at four o'clock tomorrow." He cradled the receiver.

"When are you going to see Andrea?" Mary asked with obvious curiosity.

"Tomorrow afternoon. We're having a quiet dinner at her place, why?"

"Well, I know you are very fond of her, and I was wondering if you had thought about what you were going to wear."

"No, I haven't. Should I?" he asked, trying to figure out why what he wore would make any