12-TV FICTION CLASSICS

Pat tried to get used to the strange feel of the full skirt. Mrs. Johnson said, "Perfect for those hot summer dates." Pat blushed and removed it quickly. Pat suddenly wanted to leave but Mrs. Johnson said, "We haven't found you a new dress for dinner tonight. Let's try a few more."

The next was a rayon floral print dress with a pleated skirt and button back top with which Pat had trouble buttoning the top and needed help. Mrs. Johnson said, "This dress is a work dress, flashy but conservative." The saleswoman brought in several pairs of leather pumps in various colors to match the floral in the dress.

It was a beautiful outfit, Pat looked terribly feminine with the low neckline. He turned and the skirt swirled around his knees. "Do you like it?" Mrs. Johnson asked.

Pat just nodded, embarrassed with the idea that he a man, would admit to liking a dress.

"Then we'll take them all, and she'll wear this one", Mrs. Johnson announced to the saleswoman, who said how attractive they looked on the young lady. As the saleswoman went to wrap the clothes, Pat whispered, "I don't need all this expensive stuff."

Mrs. Johnson cut him off. "I'll bring them back later or give them to Denise." Mrs. Johnson went to pay. As Pat joined them, she added a package of three lace and nylon panties. "Patti dear, you need new panties. These are a classic style that won't ride up or bind. What color do you want?"

Before Pat could answer, the salesgirl interrupted, "We're having a sale...if you buy two packages, she'll get a package of our french style lace panties which eliminates panty lines and is high cut on the thighs."

"Sure, wrap them up."Mrs. Johnson smiled at Pat. The saleswoman added, "Of course, the panties are not returnable." She wrapped the packages and with a "thank you" and they left. Pat was glad to leave the store, but somehow elated to have passed completely as a girl.

Mrs. Johnson somehow persuaded Pat to have lunch in a crowded restaurant. Fortunately, they were seated in the back and Pat tried to ignore the admiring male glances as he walked by the bar. He sat down nervously smoothing his

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skirt below him. Most of the people stopped staring except for an occasional flirtatious glance from a young businessman about thirty, at the next table. Pat knew it was either sink or swim.

"What are you thinking about Patti...you're so quiet." Pat whispered, "I'm scared, suppose someone finds out."

Mrs. Johnson whispered back, "As long as you behave like a girl, no one would ever believe you're a man. Take it from me, that outfit looks fine on you. Remember, you must train your mind to think and believe you're a young lady. Then you'll automatically act naturally as a girl."

"You shouldn't have bought me all those clothes," he whispered.

"We'll find some use for them. It's fun having you dressed like this. You know Denise is an only child and she likes having a sister. We like having a new daughter. The panties can be worn under your pants..underwear is underwear." Mrs. Johnson noticed the young businessman smiling at them, and returned the smile.

The businessman interrupted, "Excuse me for staring. You ladies just look wonderful today. My name's David Hughes." Turning to Mrs. Johnson, he asked, "Is this your daughter."

Mrs. Johnson said, "Yes, this is my daughter Patti. She's a real tomboy, and only wants to wear pants, so today we bought her several new dresses." It was amusing to see Pat react as a girl to a man.

"Lot's of women at my company wear pants," David replied, "but I still prefer to see girls in skirts. You're very attractive, Patti."

Pat choked out in a high voice, "Thank you, David." David rambled on, "I can understand Patti and other modern women hating tight and uncomfortable clothes. But look at Patti, she's such a doll to look at. I'd hire her at my company in a minute. Patti, if you ever need a job, call me. Here's my card."

After some more small talk, David left. Pat was shaking. Mrs. Johnson said, "You just had your first job offer. Don't you think David's handsome?"