38-TV FICTION CLASSICS SANDY THOMAS ADV. his skirt, and his 2 1/2" heeled sandals made his buttocks move in a most provocative manner.

Paul had blushed a deep red when on the walk to Sam's house, some young college boys playing street football sent wolf whistles and suggestive comments his way. If not for his tough appearing sister Wendy walking beside him, he was afraid he might have been attacked!

Sam hadn't slept much the night before. Many times he woke up and turned on the light to see the tantalizing red-head in the mirror. It was all so unfamiliar.

"That can't be me," he exclaimed, staring at himself in the glass. His little nighty twisted and a mess among the rumpled sheets. He would adjust the hem prudishly down over his thighs. It had taken Sam a long time to get ready that morning but his efforts showed.

Sam looked like a young woman at least 18 years of age with his sophisticated hairstyle. He had been told how easy this style was to take care of.. just good conditioning and blow drying, and his hair would fall precisely into place with a simple sway of his head.

"Can't I wear pants?" he pleaded with his mother. "You do!"

"Okay," she said thinking, "but I'll pick out the outfit. You'll need one more little item."

"Anything," Sam said.

With that his mother came back with the smallest pantygirdle he'd ever seen...almost like a thong. "With pants,' she said, "you'll need this. . .T.G.I.F."

"What?" he asked scrutinizing the tiny garment. "Tuck Genitals In First!"

To compliment his new reddish hair tones, he wore brick red cotton blouse and denim jeans with a black belt. The sleeves of his blouse were rolled up part way up the forearm showing off a heavy gold link bracelet borrowed from his mother and a gold ladies watch.

At the open neck of his blouse a matching necklace that caught the light and reflected it luxuriously. Peeking just above the top button of his blouse was the black and red lace bodice of his camisole. His B-cup bra and the bouncing silicone breast forms pushed out the light fabric plainly for

copyright, 1995 BLONDE & BLONDER -39 all to see. The concept of sporting breasts gave him disturbing thoughts as he balanced on his three inch pumps.

Sam wished the day was over. He knew his buttocks would ache, his thighs and legs tender from hours in heels. He almost had to pinch himself to see if this was all real.

Without a doubt, Sam gave the appearance of a much LESS innocent type of girl. Quite amazing when one considered Joanne's opinion of that type woman. It seemed that the recent transformation of her only male child into "daughter" status brought on a whole new set of rules than what her real daughter Maureen had been forced to live by at home.

Sam was cleaning up some dishes after breakfast, when he heard a voice at the kitchen door.

"Hi Maureen," the voice asked as it came through the door. "Where's Sam?"

Sam turned around to see his good buddy Alex. They often just walked into each other's houses. Alex stopped, looked at Sam and recognized him. "What the...

Sam wanted to die. Alex's eyes went from his crimson hair and plucked eyebrows, to the obvious bosom, to the white bibbed apron Sam wore to protect his blouse.

Sam had not told his best friend about this...he never thought it would go this far.

Sam sat Alex down and explained all about what was happening with the contest. Alex just gawked at Sam. "Who else is doing this," he asked in amazement.

"Evan, Paul and myself," Sam said removing the apron. He could feel Alex's eyes watching his figure as he finished up around the kitchen. Sam tried to be as boyish as possible, but how naturally can a boy be sporting a suggestive, abounding bosom?

"Man, you guys are in trouble," Alex stated. "You aren't really planning to go to school in dresses, are you?"

Sam blushed, he was humiliatingly conscious of his scrutiny. Sam shuttered as he saw Alex surveying his tight jeans. Attempting to ease Sam's embarrassment and his own as well, Alex snickered, "You look good. Turn around.'

Sam pirouetted, trying to strike a feminine pose.