IT SHOULD HAPPEN TO US...

It was a large used clothing store and the neatly-dressed man went through the women's apparel portion of the store with meticulous care. He inspected the dresses for the silken fabrics that seemed most appealing, checked them for details he liked, sleeves wide enough and armholes deep enough to accomodate a fairly muscular arm, wide enough hems to suit his height, a smart- ness of styling.

So intent was he in his search that he didn't notice the handsome woman manager quietly asking the help and other custom- ers to leave, then locking the door and lowering the shade behind them. He hadn't even noticed that she'd been watching him care- fully, noticing how he had paid particularly close attention to the satin slips and nightgowns, blouses and robes and dresses and how gently his hands had stroked these delectable garments.

He started slightly when she came up to him and said, "Please don't be frightened. We're all alone here now. May I help you try on some of these things that take your fancy?"

He flushed and stammered, "I-I guess you're--well I'm amaz- ed at your insight." Then, wistfully, "Do you think it'd be al- right?".

"Of course," she assured him. "I understand this interest of yours perfectly. And you don't need to make up a story about being an amateur impersonator or having a part in a play or need- ing a costume for Halloween or losing a bet, either. Tell you what. Just get in that dressing room over there and I'll hand a few things in to you. Go ahead. Start undressing."

There was a mirror in the room and he saw that he was blush- ing as he stripped down to his shorts, shoes and socks and stood waiting. Then, to his surprise, she handed through the opening in the curtains not a dress but a new pair of black garter pan- ties and a new pair of dark nylons. "Start with these," she said. completed his stripping and

He trembled with delight as he

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