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week. But how could his body be feminized to such an extent. Not only his shape...his skin was softer, hair had grown longer and softer, his whole outline rounder and girlish. He was driven out of bed to study himself in the mirror. His reflection only confirmed what he was thinking.

What he had noticed subconsciously in passing moments now hit with force. He now had the body of a young woman, more like a teenage girl...but still female. His eyes went from his narrow waist to shapely legs, curved full hips and behind and then...his breasts. His pulse was racing. They were small beauties...the nipples inflated and noticeable, firmly pressing against the material of his gown..obvious and undeniable.

He thought of going to a doctor. This couldn't be normal. He would take Dr. Johnson aside tomorrow and ask him. Could it be from the slimmer? The dresses or high heels? Maybe from kissing men? He'd find out tomorrow. He went to bed and finally fell asleep, forgetting his strange problems.

The next morning, Pat woke up, aware that it was already 9:30. Denise was still asleep and the house was quiet. When he dressed and put on his bra, he was forcefully reminded again of his development. He almost filled the cups without pads. He dressed in a simple white short sleeved blouse and a tight blue denim skirt with a black leather belt. He didn't wear any nylons over his smooth legs but did put on a pair of high heeled pumps. He brushed his hair and put on a touch of make-up. He decided to make breakfast for Denise.

Denise was pleased when Pat came in carefully carrying the tray, serving her a breakfast of pancakes and a fried egg. "I think I'm going to make this a regulation for Monday mornings."

He sat next to the bed as she ate. She said, "We'll have to do something about your hair dear, I can't wait until it gets longer. Promise me you won't cut it."Pat nodded.

Pat returned to the kitchen with the dishes. The doorbell rang and Mrs. Johnson answered the door. It was Bill, still fully dressed as a girl. He stood in shock seeing Pat still in skirts. They went into the living room to talk.

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Bill started, "I got up this morning and put on my male clothes. My wife laughed and said I still looked like a girl, even in male clothes. You know we all have to wear our high heels this week. So I put on my heels and went to the store to get breakfast food. The men outside the store jeered and called me 'pansy' and 'queer'. It was horrible. My wife suggested I dress as a girl again and go to school. That way I can wear the heels and not be ridiculed."

Pat nodded, "I understand. With our plucked eyebrows, shaved legs, and feminine hair, we're going to look real funny in men's clothes and those heels."

"Nobody laughs at me when I'm dressed in skirts," Bill continued. "In fact, I get recognition. Maybe we could both dress as girls this week. If we both do it, we won't look so strange. You know, it might be fun being a girl all the time for a week. It's better than looking weird."

Pat agreed and walked Bill to the door. "What shall I call you now?"

"Barbara," Bill said. "And you."

"Patti," Pat said.

"Let's have dinner sometime this week, Patti. By the way, how do you stand the pain from your figure founda-

tion?"

"Denise's dad gave me some type of shot to make the clothes more comfortable; we could ask him if he'd give you one too." But Dr. Johnson wasn't home.

They left for school with their skirts swaying against their knees with each step. Pat thought, "I'm grateful to have company this week. Maybe dressing completely, would be better than just high heels."

At school, they had a tough time for a while. While the other pledges were jeered and called names, they weren't. The pledgemaster and pledges seemed to enjoy their appearance and complemented them instead of teasing or goading him. One said to him, "You'll probably do better on your finals next week...they don't expect as much from women." Another said, "Tomorrow you guys wear mini skirts; you've both got great legs!"

The day was uneventful after everyone had their laugh. On the walk home by himself, Pat felt the cool spring air in