32--MAID UP

John noticed several changes but two bothered him the most.

becoming a woman? He had noticed that lately his shorts seemed awkward and tight in the wrong places. He pointed out this to Mary one day. The next day he found that all his shorts were gone. In their place was a stack of beautiful lace-trimmed panties and pettypants. He knew from experience that these were comfortable and from that day he started wearing these nice under things.

Another incident happened the next day. An older woman came up to him in town and asked, "Miss, can you tell me how I get to the station?" John stammered and stuttered and finally showed her the way. "Thank you, Miss," the lady said.

And the following day John had an experience which probably was the turning point in his transformation.

He had already noticed for some time that his shirts were awfully tight in front. He had not paid any attention to this. That fateful day he suddenly became conscious of the fact that the flesh on his chest was shaking every time he took a step. It really jiggled up and down. As he walked on, he became more and more aware of it, and felt how hard and sensitive his nipples were as the rubbed against his shirt.

Suddenly a terrible thought entered his mind. Was he develop-

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ing female breasts also? He flushed sharply and almost panicked. He started walking faster and faster and practically raced to his car and drove home at speeds way over the maximum limit.

At home, he rushed to his room and started undressing. Finally he stood in his panties, the rest of his body bare. He went to the mirror and gasped. His breasts had developed so gradually that he had not noticed before. But now he had fairly substantial feminine breasts, with large unmanly pointing red nipples. It would be necessary to wear a bra from now on. He wondered why he had not realized before that in the evenings when he wore female attire he had needed less padding. Suddenly he felt more feminine than ever. He started dressing in the attractive clothes which Mary had laid

out.

Just then Mary came in and saw him holding one of Mary's girdle's around him. "Here, let me help you," said Mary, as she fastened the girdle around John and started lacing it up in the back. "This is a real good figure trainer for you," she said. She pulled on the laces till John could barely breathe and then pulled some more. "I bet you now have the same waist measurements as I have." She measured John's figure and triumphantly announced, "You are now 35-23-36. Just like a real woman.'

John would remember that evening and night forever. His thoughts battled with his emotions. He could not deny the facts. He hardly talked to Mary that evening, just proceeding with all the feminine chores which had become second nature to him, and which Mary expected him to do alone.

He did not sleep all night, occasionally pacing the floor in his Nylon nightgown, frequently stopping before the mirror.

The next day he was exhausted. He refused to go to work and stayed in the house brooding over his serious problem. He could not eat and did not reply whenever Mary said something, apparently not hearing her, completely wound up in his own thoughts.

Finally late afternoon he seemed to come to a decision. "I want to talk to Dr. Hepstein tonight," he said to Mary as he went upstairs. There he took a long bath with some of Mary's scented bath salts in it. He then dressed himself in his very best lingerie, spent a long time dressing himself to the teeth, and spent almost an hour applying makeup and doing his nails. He then put on his favorite dress, the slinky cocktail dress which Mary had made him wear that first evening. Everything exactly as he wanted it, he stood a long time before the full length mirror studying himself from all angles.

He put on a nice gold bracelet plus the ladies wristwatch Mary got for him and noticed how even his wrists had become smaller and completely smooth and hairless.

Then he went downstairs and asked Mary when Dr. Hepstein would arrive. Mary replied, "She will be here at 8, my dear Jill."