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The girl started to laugh and said, "I forgot about that." So we decided on a plain girdle, size large with a high waist. I knew, from experience that it would be too large, but I could not let them know that I knew more about my size than they did. I had in my mind to change it later. Then the bra; the girl asked me, “Do you want a big front, a C or D cup?" I suggested a B cup long bra that would reach the girdle to prevent the bulge and the manager said it would be fine. Then she picked up nylons, size 11 with long legs for a tall girl; she suggested I take two pairs in case of a run and I agreed. Finally the panties. The girl remembered what the manager had said about the panty-girdle so she suggested over-size for comfort. I knew I would get lost in them but I could not say so and I took them. While we had been looking for a dress, the girl had suggested that I stop at the drug store next door and buy some false eye-lashes; she said they would look very feminine; she also made a few suggestions for make-up; she asked me if my wife would make my face; I told her I was not married - "Then your girl friend?" she asked.

Well, my shopping was over and I had spent about one hour in the store, everybody giving help to the girl who had been waiting on me, giving his or her suggestion, having a laugh once in a while but nothing sarcastic, on the contrary taking it as a good joke. Then I came home and was in a hurry to try on what I had just bought. As I knew, the girdle was too large and so were the panties; I thought the dress was too long, also. So I called the store, asked to talk to the girl who had been waiting on me; I asked her if it would be possible to exchange the clothes that did not fit. "Could you come over now?" she said.

"I'll be there in about half an hour," I told her. As soon as I came back to the store she came over to me and asked me what was wrong. As we were about to look for another dress, I told her the size was perfect the shoulders, the bust, the waist; the only thing was that it was too long.

Then she suggested, "How about shortening it, we make alterations here."

"It's O.K. with me," I said.

"You will have to put it on again, so I can measure the him on you." So I went back into the fitting cubicle and put the dress on