50-TV FICTION CLASSICS

SANDY THOMAS ADV. Evan was determined not to be intimidated by the nasty, mean-hearted boys. To Paul and Sam, he had a nonchalant, casualness about the way he wore dresses, as if he'd just reached into his closet one day and donned the first thing he's found...a dress! Confidence was seeing him fluttering through a crowded hallway between classes, his hips swaying like any of the coquettish girls.

Paul was trying but caught himself wanting to run from the building. His shining hair, flashing with golden highlights, swished around his shoulders as he walked and was most distracting. He wore a short flowered dress of clinging rayon that unmistakably profiled his girl-like curves. Paul had to resist the impulse to cross his arms over his prominent bosom; his mother had warned him NOT to do that!

Sam wore a silk blouse and slim tight skirt. It seemed like a good idea...wear the knee hugging skirt and not have to worry about it flying up. Just before he nearly fell and broke his nose, he realized his mistake. . .it was difficult to take much of a stride and move his legs. He had to adjusted his walk, taking smaller, mincing steps that were more suitable for a slim skirt and heels anyway. Sam had no idea this made his hips swivel femininely as he walked.

His friend, Alex, came up to him at lunch and asked, "What are you guys wearing under your skirts?”

Sam flushed, his eyes darkened as if to say "I thought you were my friend?" But Sam just swiveled quickly, shrugged his shoulders in mock resignation and walked away. His fanny wiggled in the tight skirt he was wearing. Sam's bottom appeared bigger, more feminine in appearance and Alex just wanted to know if he was wearing padding or something.

One circumstance did made it easier for the boys...they didn't stand out quite as much. The reason; more girls left the pants at home and wore skirts and dresses. Was this a competitive reaction to boys wearing skirts?

Toward the end of the week, as the boys got more skilled at their impersonation, the student body began to get behind their cause.

A groundswell of endorsement for their efforts was building within the student body. To Mr. Carlson's surprise and disdain, the pep rally with the contestants joining the

BLONDE & BLONDER-51 cheerleaders was a resounding success with thunderous vocal student participation.

"Damn!" Carlson cursed under his breath as he surveyed the positive acceptance of the "candidates" by the student body. "We'll see how they make out when they are required to serve as hostesses for the PTA tea next week!" The PTA tea was a fund-raising event where the Freshie Queen contestants were required to appear in formal attire to pour tea for the various dignitaries and prominent alumni of the school.

Whereas Evan had been the most accepting of the feminization process so far, the other boys found themselves getting more and more comfortable and caught up with their girlish appearance.

The boys car-pooled whenever possible for mutual protection. Sam rode with Evan and his mother. Evan asked his mother, "Can we stop at the mall...you promised."

Sam tried to convince them not to stop. "Going into a store dressed like this is crazy," he pleaded.

"It'll only take a minute," Evan said, "You can stay in the car.

At the mall, there were a lot of guys hanging out, drinking sodas, laughing and giving Sam fishy looks. They would talk real low for a minute, then all of a sudden they'd look his way and start laughing. He decided to go in instead of sitting alone in the car.

Sam was nervous about going into the mall, but figured out that he'd pretend he was looking around for a new sweater or something because they have that stuff out on tables and don't need a clerk to help.

Evan made a sprint for the nicest girl's store leaving his mother window shopping at one of the great big display windows out front filled with mannikins in the season's new fashions. Evan went in and Sam followed, wishing he'd gone home with Paul.

Sam stiffened, momentarily mortified when Evan went directly to the lingerie counter.

"Can I help you, girls?" an older clerk gushed, the way they do when they think you're going to buy something.