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Then, he realized with some delight, he would experience the thrill of being a REAL girl dressing! What a blow it was when he discovered that Marie's plans called, not for dressing up, but dressing DOWN. After a long battle with the blond hair, mixed with un-ladylike comments on the character who had messed it up, she rolled it all up into a most unattractive knot. Then, sweeping past the glamorous frocks with a con- temptous "Ivory's", she proceded to encase her lovely lithe body in the plainest of underwear, a crumby skirt and smock, thick stockings and loafers, she announced herself ready for action. By way of explanation to his pained enquiry, she said. "Wolves, solder, and Ivory. So he understood that her planned visit to the University electronics laboratory required careful maintenance of her image to the other-wise all male class as a fri- gid frump; that solder spots on her good clothes were most unwelcome, and that she must also avoid damage to her public image as a dancer by any association with less earthy interests.

The costume was also well suited for their first stop, at the door of his apartment. He concentrated so hard on guiding the mindless body from bathroom to door and fumbling open the latch that he had given no thought to what would emerge; and it was his mind, not hers, that triggered a small shriek at the object that confronted them. No man is ever really prepared to meet himself face to face - but when this is compounded with lack-lustre eyes, wires dangling from the scalp, 24 hours worth of beard, and pants at half-mast, the effect is truly traumatic! So it was the girl who, with Steve as a paralyzed passenger, led the shambling zombie back to his "throne", tied him lightly there with gauze bandage, unwired him and poured milk into his mouth until it ran out the corners. Then she moved into the living room, and spent some time inspecting

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