RELUCTANT PRESS

There were several bursts of laughter that I suspected might

be at my expense.

Mrs. Wales came into the kitchen a few times to check the food but all she said to me was, "Do a good job now!" in a very condescending manner.

The ironing completed, I picked up the clothes, now neatly on hangers, to bring them to Susie's room. I tried to slip by the women unnoticed but was not successful.

"All done?" asked Mrs. Wales rhetorically. "Susie, go find him something decent to wear. We can't have him sitting down to dinner with us looking like the cleaning lady."

Susie told me to meet her in her mother's bedroom after I had hung up her clothes. She was going through her mother's closet when I entered and was sorting through her things. I had an uneasy feeling about what was to come.

"What are you looking for?" I asked, pretty sure that I already knew the answer.

"I'm trying to find an outfit for you, Danielle, just like Mom said. Now get out of that house dress while I check what looks good."

"Susie, I have my own clothes downstairs. I'll just go get them."

"Stay right where you are! I've got something real pretty that will look adorable on you."

I knew that it was useless to protest, but I had to make some effort to resist.

"But my, ah...mother...is here. I thought that this was just a game with the sorority."

"Oh, I'm sure that she won't mind, but just to make sure..." Susie walked out of the room to the top of the stairs and yelled "Mrs. Norris? Is it OK for Danny to wear a dress?" There was some muffled laughter and I heard my mother reply, "Certainly dear, whatever you want."

Susie came back in the room with a triumphant look that said "Any more problems?" and told me emphatically to undress. I took off my house dress and stood in the middle of the room wearing just my panties. Susie was removing some things from a drawer in the dresser and told me to raise my arms so she could slide a bra down which she hooked behind my back. Her mother had an ample figure and the cups looked like deflated balloons without anything to fill them.

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RUFFLES & CURLES

By Kammi Morton

But, Susie had foreseen this problem and began stuffing the bra with stockings.

I went from a Double A cup to a D cup in seconds. Next came a very tight girdle that I felt would never get over my hips but with a lot of tugging and pulling it was soon in place. I sat on the bed and put on my own stockings and hooked them to the garters on the girdle. Now came a tight black skirt that would never have fit me without the girdle and even then seemed to cling to my bottom. Worse, it came to well below my knees forcing me to take very short steps which was all that I would have been able to do in any case with the four inch heels Susie forced on my feet. I stood up while she had me put on a sheer white blouse with ruffled cuffs and front, which was awfully low. When I sat in front of the mirror at the dresser, I was shocked to see the stuffed bra so clearly visible through the blouse presenting the bosoms of a fully endowed matron.

"Aw Susie, I look ridiculous. Let me put something else on, please?"

"Well, so you think something I picked out for you is 'ridiculous'? I'm insulted!" she countered with mock hurt tones. "And how are you supposed to address me, Danielle? That's another infraction to report to the sorority. Now sit still and be quiet while I try to make you presentable. Too bad we didn't set your hair when you came over but we'll just have to do the best we can."

She brushed my hair back and tied it with a black velvet ribbon. She combed bangs down on my forehead and painfully teased the top until it was several inches high.

Then came some heavy eye make-up and lipstick. Every other time Susie made up my face she had done it lightly and tastefully but today she made me look like a whore! I was terribly nervous when I presented myself downstairs expecting rounds of laughter but instead Mrs. Wales said, "He looks much better, don't you think, Donna?" And my mother agreed.

We ate dinner, which I should say was delicious, and afterward I was told to do the dishes. While the women laughed and talked in the living room, I cleared the table and spent the next hour washing up. Of course, I was now wearing a pretty flowered apron that Mrs. Wales provided. Her

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