4TV FICTION CLASSICS

As Pat left the fraternity room, his head was buzzing with questions. Where am I going to get something to wear? What will I look like? Pat got into his car and drove slowly home to his wife of almost 6 months, Denise.

They met at the beginning of their senior year in Statistics class and studied together. But learning statistics quickly turned to romance and love. They eloped after a steamy weekend together, much to the displeasure of her parents. Denise's father, Dr. Johnson was a physician in internal medicine. They had a big house in the suburbs and plenty of money. Since Pat and Denise were both in their last year of college, Denise's parents said they could move into their house. One condition; they weren't to tell anyone they were married until after they graduated and had jobs. Denise's parents would then have a big wedding party and announce it to all.

When Denise saw Pat's sad face she said, "What's wrong, did something happen at your meeting?"

He numbly just shook his head yes.

"Tell me all about it," she said as she got him a soda. They went out on their porch and Pat talked about the dance. "That darn CHI PI PI dance next Sunday. All the pledges have to dress as girls and be hostesses all evening." She laughed. "Is that all that's bothering you?"

"Is that all?" Pat almost screamed. "I'll be the laughing stock of the entire campus, and besides, where will I get something to wear?"

"That's easily solved. We're about the same size. Maybe you can wear my old prom formal. We can find some heels for you, and my mother has a wig you can borrow. See how easy that was."

Pat thought for a moment, He was about the same size as Denise, only five foot seven, and small boned. He felt bad about being so small. Denise's father, Dr. Johnson, didn't like Pat. He was a real macho sportsman and wanted Denise to date men on the football team mostly so he could get free tickets. Denise, had dated Newstate's star quarterback, Jack Wilson, who graduated and moved to Dallas to play football. He knew this was going to be humiliating, but felt better that Denise would help.

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Since they lived at home with her parents, Denise explained the situation to her mother and father. Her father just sneered, "Now Pat wants to borrow a dress? What a sissy. What's next, your panties?" But Mrs. Johnson, said she would help in any way she could.

When Denise left the room, Dr. Johnson said to his wife, "This is our chance to get rid of that loser. Do what you can to make him as feminine as possible. When Denise see's Pat that way, she'll dump him in a second."

Meanwhile, Denise got the formal from her closet. It was a frilly blue lace evening gown with an open neck and bare sleeves. The full lace skirt was supported by a frilly petticoat. Every time it moved it made a rustling sound like soft leaves together. "Isn't it a beauty?"

Pat snorted, "On you yes, on me no."

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

She shut the door behind her and Pat was left alone with the formal. He looked at the dress as he slipped out of his clothes. It's a magnificent dress, he thought as he slipped it over his head. He had some difficulty getting it straight. He was struggling with the back zipper when Denise came back in. She helped him get the zipper up.

Her mother, came in and they discussed letting the dress out a little; afraid Pat might pop the zipper. After taking a few measurements, Denise slipped the wig over Pat's thick hair and straightened it.

"Pat, I think your own hair is long enough, but we'll try the wig first," Mrs. Johnson said. "You're going to be a doll when we're through."

Pat didn't reply as he looked at himself in the mirror. "Maybe I won't look that bad after all," he thought to himself as he turned in front of the mirror. The lace hem of the dress danced and rustled around his knees. He felt so naked and silly.

Denise circled him slowly and looked him over carefully. "You'll look better after you shave your arms and legs." "Shave my legs? This is only for one night. Let's not over do this thing."