ished making the bed when Vickie returned, not with the expected pajamas, but instead with a full length nylon nightgown in a warm watermelon color and a quilted nylon robe both obviously not designed for the male of the species.

"You don't expect me to wear these items, do I can live with the nail polish overnight, but this is too much."

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Don't be foolish, Vickie replied, "these are just nightclothes and much better than sleeping in your underwear. No one will know and if it relieves your mind, I will not tell. Give me your clothes after you get into your nightclothes, and I will press your trou- sers and shirt so that you will leave tomorrow looking neater than you do now. When you get up in the morn- ing, come down to my house and I will fix you break- fast."

Feeling a bit foolish, I went into the washroom to change. The feel of the nylon gown as it slithered down my body was not unpleasant. I put on the nylon robe which was a bit tight since I was 5'10" tall and weighed about 165 pounds. When Ihanded Vickie my clothes, she looked at me in a funny way, but said nothing except, "see you at breakfast, and then she left the room.

My new clothes felt soft and pleasant and I could not resist looking in the full length mirror to see what I looked like. My painted toe nails peeking beneath the hem of my robe amused and delighted me. What a soft life women must have I thought, to put up with these delights every night. I removed the robe, crawled beneath the sheets feeling strangely elated and it was some time before I could fall asleep. When I awoke, I washed, put on the robe since it was chilly and waited for Vickie to return with my clothes. The house phone rang. It was Vickie telling me to hurry down to the house and have breakfast with her. was starved and breakfast was almost ready.

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"Vickie, I stammered, "you have my clothes. How in the devil can I get down to breakfast without

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