VIVING MOU

54 -TV FICTION CLASSICS #6

ChapterEleven

I sat down with Lee and his mom and said, "Next week I have to go back to school. I'm going to try to be a man tomorrow. Will you help me?"

Lee nodded, "I guess so. It's been so long since you've worn male clothes, I hope you can walk without swaying your hips. I'm glad I'm not going back."

The next morning, Mrs. Roberts got some men's clothes from the local department store. "Try this on," she said. Men's jockey shorts were the first male clothes I'd worn in months.

"How do they feel?" Lee asked. "Want your panties back?"

Mrs. Roberts said, "You need a bra, or something to hold back your breasts. No men have a figure like yours. I bought you a sport running bra."

I snorted, "No! I'm going to be a man; no bras. This has gotten out of hand."

"Now don't make a fuss, " She said, "Try it on and I'll get a mans wig and some shoes...we'll see how you look."

As Lee put the bra around my chest, the cups were full. He then tightened the straps slowly to flattened my chest.

Mrs. Roberts left shutting the door behind her. Lee and I were left alone with the suit. It was a handsome suit, I thought as I slipped up the pants. I had some difficulty getting them over my hips, but made it. I was struggling with the zipper when Mrs Roberts came back in. She helped me get the zipper up.

The pants clung to my full, rounded hips. Because there was now a 12 inch difference between my waist and hips, the waist was too loose. We discussed letting the rear out a little, afraid I might pop the zipper.

Mrs. Roberts said, "I thought this might happen-I don't think you're going to like the solution." She opened a drawer and pulled out a girdle. "This will take a few inches off your hips and give you a less curvy figure."

I moaned. I now needed a girl's girdle to have a boyish figure. I put it on. It was almost as tight as the cache garment, so I was back to a flat front. The pants did fit better. I had to admit that my figure looked more masculine.

Mrs. Roberts pinned up my curls and then slipped the mans wig over it and straightened it. "I hate to see you cut your own hair until we're sure this is going to work, we'll

try the wig first."

Lee said optimistically, "You're going to be a hunk when we're done!"

I didn't reply. I observed myself in the mirror. "Maybe I won't look that bad after all," I said as I turned in front of the mirror. The top of my pants were still loose around my waist. They clung to my buttocks and slightly rounded tummy. I felt so confined and trapped. Every time I moved the wool suit scratched my skin.

Mrs. Roberts circled me slowly and looked me over carefully. "After the hair on your arms and legs grow, you'll look better."

Lee smiled and replied, "We could try a mustache, that would help, but it could take awhile since you don't shave anymore. Don't worry, someday the hair will grow back. Let's try the socks and shoes."

I had forgotten to remove the polish on my toes so it looked strange poking my red tipped toes into masculine socks.

Then I tried on one of my shoes, but it was too big. Mrs. Roberts brought out a pair of her men style loafers, and they fit me perfectly. Even these shoes felt so heavy compared with my girlish sandals. I looked mannish but not masculine.

My longish locks hidden by a mans-style wig, makeup, foundation, mascara, blush, and lipstick removed, transformed me into a man. The rest of the afternoon was spent remembering, "What a man does, and what a man doesn't

do."

I laughed, "Wow, I feel so short without heels."

Mrs. Robert's said, "You'll be fine. Drag your feet a little. You practice and don't worry, you'll be a fine man. Don't forget to remove your polish!"

I practiced for hours walking like man. All I had to do was wear the clothes, and it would all come back to me. Right?

I felt embarrassed, and sorry for myself. I longed for a hairy chest, a mustache, any sign that I was meant to be a man. My high voice, smooth feminine face and petite stature made me wonder if I would ever be much of a man. I just hoped the female hormones hadn't permanently stopped my masculine development.