When he regained consciousness again he thought it must be early morning as daylight was just breaking. He found himself alone in a strange bed in a strange room, and he had a very strange feeling that everything was not quite right. His body felt light, different and not quite like usual. His head was clear, and he didn't have any evidence of a hang over from the wine he had consumed the last evening. But now did he get in this strange room and bed, and what was he doing wearing a woman's night gown? He put his hands to his head, and was sur- prised to feel a mass of soft fine hair instead of his short cropped crew cut. He looked at his hands and was amazed at their slim-tapered de- cidedly feminine appearance. He glanced downward at his chest, and discovered he didn't have a masculine chest, but that he had a “bosom,” and what a bosom! It was nicely rounded and very feminine! Hank didn't dare look any further. What appeared to have happened to him was impossible, and he thought he must be dreaming. Perhaps if he went to sleep he would wake up, and find everything normal again.

But sleep would not come to him, and the early morning noises coming through the open window convinced him he was awake and not dreaming.

He became aware that he was in Lydia's apartment, but to all ap- pearances he was alone. He couldn't hear any signs of another occupant, and he thought if he got up, and found his own clothes he would re- gain his normal appearance again. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and as he did so he noticed some high heeled slippers on the floor there. They looked small to him, but he put one foot in one and found it was a perfect fit. He gazed at the other foot before putting on the other slipper, and was amazed and surprised at the decidedly feminine shape and looks of his legs and ankles and the little pink lacquered toes. He put on a very pretty robe that was on the foot of the bed, and stepped into the nearby bathroom. The full length mirror there convinced him that somehow, some way his own male body had been changed to a female one and a very good looking one at that! His now feminine face seemed vaguely familiar and suddenly he realized it was Lydia's!

"My God"—exclaimed Hank to himself. "What kind of wine was that I drank last night, and where in hell is that doctor and Lydia."

A search of the apartment convinced him that he was alone, and his own clothes were nowhere to be found. The closets were well stocked with feminine clothing including several hats and coats, and an im-

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