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around with the guys."

Ralph thought, then said, "It's hard to find a place in society. But you two have the stuff to make it. I'm sure that soon, you'll have the poise of a couple of natural coeds. The brothers will take you to the games and stuff. Your sacrifice makes all the fraternity brothers proud, and we are indebted to you.'

During the next couple of weeks, I began to worry about Lee. He was spending a lot of money on clothes at Mrs. Brown's dress store. We were only dressing as girls on weekends. There were other changes too.

At first we fought it. But when we looked in the mirror, it reflected feminine images. Even our room took on a feminine look. Our closets were full of dresses, and makeup sat on our dressers. Nylons hung from the shower curtain. We were girls only on the weekends but it was too much trouble to put everything away. Even without polish, our nails grew long and well groomed, which made us carry our hands differently, elegantly.

Chapter Three

The Christmas holidays drew near, and a telegram arrived from my mother informing me that because of an emergency trip to the Caribbean with the senator, she wouldn't be able to see me at Christmas.

Lee's mother, Mrs. Roberts was coming to see him. She was a very wealthy young widow. I hoped that she would put an end to this foolishness by talking to Dean Wilcox and get us back into our own clothes. I couldn't believe that Dean Wilcox was making us dress as girls even on Christmas weekend. Lee begged me to go with him to pick his mom up at the airport on Saturday.

On Friday, we both had our hair done, so we would be perfect. We looked completely girlish.

Saturday, Lee dressed in a pink sweater and skirt set, with nude colored nylons and black medium high heels. I wore a short red skirt and a white blouse, black nylons and black 3 inch pumps.

Mrs. Roberts was in her early forties, but looked thirty. She was a very stylish dresser, and very feminine in her mannerisms and outlook on life. In fact, most of the fraternity brothers though she was a real fox.

When he saw his mother get off the plane, tears came to Lee's eyes. She was wearing a red business suit with an eggshell silk blouse. She was looking everywhere for her

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son and finally caught Lee's tearful eyes.

"It's me mom," he cried. "It's me."

When she hugged him her shocked expression turned to compassion. She turned to me. Lee said, "That's Chris, mom." We told her the whole story of the mascot plan, and how they dressed us up and the outcome..

"Please help us." Lee pleaded. Go to the Dean and make him drop this stupid punishment.

To our astonishment, she wasn't angry at Dean Wilcox. "Lee, you're grown up now and you're responsible for your actions. I'm sure Dean Wilcox knows what he's doing, I assume he feels the punishment should fit the crime. You guys don't look that bad, rather cute. You're just lucky that you're small. This punishment could have been very embarrassing. Lee, you're also lucky you have a friend involved like Chris. You could have been by yourself."

"Please mom, couldn't you do something," Lee again pleaded. "This is embarrassing. Couldn't you talk to Dean Wilcox?"

"No, but I've a couple ideas that might help. We'll talk about it later."

Her acceptance of our punishment didn't help. Our fate sealed, we knew we were going to dress as weekend girls for the rest of the year.

We celebrated Christmas Sunday night in her hotel room. To my surprise, she bought us both many gifts. We each opened a box. We blushed as we discovered baby-doll nightgowns, Lee's in blue, mine in pink. Both of us received feminine gifts; three silk dresses, two skirt and blouse outfits, hot rollers sets, matching robes, three lacy slips and a makeup collection.

But that wasn't all. We both blushed as we opened a big box full of lingerie. Over twenty pairs of frilly panties and matching bras in various colors. I asked, "How did you know our size?" "I called that shop you told me about and they gave me your sizes." She added, "If you have to be girls, at least you'll be well-dressed. I love shopping for a new daughter. Open the rest."

The next box contained several pairs of high heels; pumps and sandals in black, blue and red. Another box contained leather mini-skirts, in black and red.

She said, "I doubt if my mother would have let me wear skirts that daring...but you boys have great legs. Open the pink box."

Lee's mother was very rich so I didn't feel bad taking