mascara, powder and finally lipstick she sat down and we both watched the conclusion of the movie. Frankly I had become so engrossed in the movie that when it was over, I suddenly smelled the makeup on me and went to the mirror to see the results. I was amazed and almost frightened. There I stood looking at a very attractive young girl who was much better looking to me than the fellow she replaced. As I gazed at myself in the mirror a warm feeling spread over me. I act- ually looked pretty and for some reason this made me feel happy. As I turned and primped I could feel Carol's eyes on me. She said I looked cute and told me she liked me much better this way. We shortly afterward retired and I slept with my makeup on.

For the next several days we followed the same routine and it was then that I started to wear my night clothes all day and to use makeup. Carol didn't say anything to me and just accepted my actions as normal. The following Saturday after we had had breakfast I mentioned that I was going stir crazy and wished I could go out, but Carol reminded me of Bill's orders. She then said it was foolish for me to stay in my night- gown and robe all day and took me to her bedroom and looked through her closet. She picked out a striped pink and white cotton dress, shirtwaist style and tossed it on the bed. She asked me how I'd like to wear it for the day, as it would be more appropriate than the nightie. I rather hesitantly agreed and said I would put it on, and then she suggested we pick out some underclothes too. And so out of her drawer came a pretty pink nylon bra and panties that matched, all trimmed with lace, a pink slip, a pair of nylons and a garter belt. She sent me to my room and told me to get dressed in these clothes. I'll have to admit that I was rather intrigued by the prospect. She called to me through the closed door to put the garter belt on first and then the panties which I did. I slipped the nylons on over my legs and the feeling of softness and thrill were almost too much for me. I had trouble hooking the bra and Carol came in to help.

She put

the bra on me and stuffed it with cotton for effect and then helped me into the slip and dress. We went back to her room and she picked a pair of white pumps with high heels for me and I forced my feet into them. They were tight, but the thrill of wearing them dulled the

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