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not a girl. Unlike the other encounters, tonight everyone would laugh and make fun.

They said goodnight to her parents. They walked hand and hand to the car. Pat felt awkward driving in heels but drove carefully. When they parked near the college and started walking towards the ballroom, he could again feel the apprehension stealing over him. "Denise, maybe we did too good a job?”

"Don't worry, you'll knock their eyes out." As they walked towards the ballroom a bunch of teenage boys were hooting at the other pledgemates as they stumbled in. But when Pat and Denise walked by, the boys whistled and said, "Girls, don't go in there with the sissies, go out with us."

Pat realized he had even passed here. They thought he was a girl too. They ignored the boys and entered the auditorium. The band was warming up and the room half filled with couples.

The other pledges looked rather awkward and pitiful. A glow of achievement crept over Pat as he realized how much better he looked. He left Denise talking to a friend and went to report to the pledgemaster. Pat walked up and said, "What am I supposed to do this evening, Mr Walton?" The Pledgemaster asked, "Who are you with, Miss." "It's me, Pat. I need my assignment," he said, using his deepest voice.

"Wow, I thought you were one of the wives," Mr. Walton said. "You'll be on the punchbowl." Pat swirled on his heels and walked (or should we say wiggled) toward the punchbowl.

A voice behind him said, “Darn! You put a lot of effort into this thing." It was Bill who swayed up to him. Bill had on a floor length designer gown in yellow sequins. Bill too was slightly built and his wife, a beautician, had given him the "works". His hair had been lightened and a matching hair piece added for length. It hung in big curls around his neck and shoulders. His soft features glowed thorough the professional make up job.

Pat said coolly, "You don't look bad yourself. Nice dress."

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A man asked Bill to go for a walk.

Bill laughed, "It's just an old rag I found around the house. Honestly, my wife has made me wear this stuff for the last week and my girdle's killing me. We even went out to dinner last night and a couple of men asked me out for a date. Can you imagine that?"

Pat knew how wealthy Bill's parents were and figured he had spent quite a bit fixing himself up. After all he went through, he might lose to his best friend. "Well Bill, when you're through admiring yourself, how about some help at the punchbowl?"

The evening was a big success. After each dance, Pat and Bill were busy filling cups for the thirsty couples. One of the caterers gave Pat and Bill a couple of frilly white lace aprons so that they wouldn't ruin their dresses. Both put them on without a word, neither having any trouble tying big bows behind their backs.

Several of the boys came over and started conversations with Bill and Pat not knowing for a while that they were pledges. As soon as a few found out, the word spread through the room. No one could believe they weren't girls. One late arriving man came up to Bill during a slow period and asked him to go for some air. Bill whispered to Pat, "Watch this, I'm going for a walk with this guy." Bill walked as sexily as possible out the door with him. Pat was beginning to get worried when Bill didn't come back after about