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self what his tailor had told him many times, that his hips were too wide and his waist too narrow.

"Funny," he thought, "I never realized how much like a female I am built. But looking still lower he was reassured and banished such thoughts from his mind.

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He heard Mary calling from the bedroom, "Aren't you ready yet? Hurry up!"

As he entered the bedroom, he saw Mary standing expectantly, almost impatiently, her eyes shining, looking very determined, almost as if a long cherished dream was coming true.

"First try these panties," she said, giving him a nice soft silk bundle of pink satin cloth. As he put them over his feet and ankles, he felt a pleasant tingle going through him, especially when the soft cloth came in contact with his now soft and shiny legs.

As the waistband was adjusted in place he found that the panties fit perfectly. The lace-trimmed leg bands fit smoothly, not too tight around his thighs, and the waist band had a little satin bow in front. Mary said almost triumphantly; "I sure guessed your size right; they look like they were made for you." Recalling his thoughts in the bathroom, he blushed and noticing how true it was, he decided it was better to say nothing.

"Now put on this bra; here I'll help you with all the hooks in the back." It was a beautifully made long line bra which Mary hooked in the back. It took her some time but after she had adjusted the shoulder bands, it again fitted him very well.

Mary looked at him with a trace of dissatisfaction and said, "Here put on this slip while I go to the kitchen for a moment." He did as he was told dropping over his head a beautiful snow white slip, with lots of lace on top and three tiers of ruffled lace at the bottom. The garment fit him like a second skin. It felt delightful caressing on his thighs and knees and it ended at just the right height. Mary came back in with 2 small plastic bags used for sandwiches but now filled with a fluid which looked like milk, the tops tightened into a leakproof knot. She tucked one bag in each bra cup, which completely filled them. They looked as if were holding the real things, his breasts nearly spilling out, as busts were supposed to do.

Mary smiled happily. "You look good already, my dear Jill, just like I dreamt you would. Here, put on these stockings. Wait, first I want to put this on you." She produced an attractive waist cincher, which she fastened around his waist in the back as tightly as she could after having lifted up his slip.

"What do you mean like you dreamt?" asked John.

Mary suddenly looked annoyed as if she had prematurely given away a secret. "None of your business," she said rudely.

John flushed with anger and wanted to quit this silly masquerade immediately especially at her calling him her "dear Jill". But then

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he thought about the tantrum downstairs and his good heart took over. "Let her have her fun, if this is what she wants," he decided. After he put on the sheer stockings, Mary said; "Put the garters of your cincher through your panty and then attach them to the stocking tops. These shoes will fit you, I think." With some difficulty John slipped into the 4 inch high heels and after a while he felt that he could walk and stand in them without hindering his movements. They certainly made his legs look attractive, he reflected, but immediately banished this thoughts from his mind. "This is getting ridiculous," he thought. "I am beginning to like this."

Mary now made him sit in front of her vanity table, but so that he could not look in the mirror. She began plucking his eyebrows and took so long and pulled so many hairs that he warned, "Hey, watch it! I have to go to the office and I don't want to look like a queer." Mary acted as if she had not heard him and finally after some penciling, was satisfied. She put some strong smelling cream on his face and some pancake makeup over the areas were Johns beard and moustache showed. She finished with a nice smelling powder, bright red lipstick, and just a little eyeliner. Then she put some "My Sin" perfume behind his ears and in front of his neck.

"We don't want to overdo it and make you look like a prostitute, do we, Jill?" Not knowing what to say at this stage, he kept quiet. "Now for your hands." You forgot to shave the hair off your hands," she said nastily. She took a razor and soon "Jill's" hands looked hairless like those of a female. She applied nail polish, matching his lipstick, and warned; "Now let it dry carefully. I don't want to do it all over again.'

She went over to the bed and picked up two dresses. One was a simple, expensive looking cocktail dress, with a high square neck, softly cut short sleeves, and an A-line skirt. The other was a very feminine, flowered print with a "V" neck and long narrow tapering sleeves. The skirt was a narrow sheath. "Which do you like best?" She asked.

"You mean, I have a choice?"

"Not really," Mary said, "I just like to test your taste in female clothing.

"I prefer the simple black one," John found himself saying. "Alright, FOR THIS ONE TIME, I'll let you choose what to wear." Carefully Mary helped him on with the dress, so as not to touch the make up. As she zipped it up the back, John felt the soft material rustling against his nylons and he enjoyed the way the material slid over his soft slip and the way the dress tightly clung to his waist and hips.

The dress fit like it was made for him, and John began to wonder whether Mary had measured him in his sleep.

Now Mary took the wig out of the box and placed it carefully on