feminine than she thought, and there was no question but that she would be accepted as a lady wherever she went.

After lunch she decided to further experience her new found femin- inity and visit the women's wear department of one of the large depart- ment stores. Hank had always been intrigued by all the feminine ap- parel on display in such places, and had often walked through the various departments to look at them. He often wished he could buy and wear some that he liked but he always felt out of place and very seldom stopped or made any purchases. Now Lydia could take her time and look as much as she liked without any feeling of not belong- ing there. She didn't need any new clothes, but she wanted the satisfac- tion of buying some intimate feminine garment for herself without the embarrassment of making up a story that it was for some lady friend or some female member of the family as Hank was accustomed to do whenever he had bought any feminine apparel for himself.

She couldn't think of anything more intimately feminine than a gir- dle so she went to that department. The saleslady asked to see what kind she was wearing which at first embarrassed Lydia, but she soon recovered her poise and went to one of the fitting booths, and boldly lifted up her skirts to show the saleswoman. Thank goodness, thought Lydia, the former Lydia had nice underwear. She had a beautiful time in selecting a girdle she preferred instead of taking the first item shown her as Hank did when he was building up his transvestite wardrobe. Then she bought some panties and a slip. She knew she didn't need them, but it was so much fun to be feminine and be surrounded by so much beautiful feminine apparel. She preferred pajamas to gowns for sleeping, and she purchased four pairs made of nylon and in a tailored style. Blue was her favorite color, and she knew blue would be the predominate color in her wardrobe.

She hurried to her apartment after she left the store, and spent the rest of the afternoon and evening trying on the wardrobe that had been left her. She decided right away that the former Lydia had no intention of being a working girl. The clothes were certainly beautiful and well made, but entirely too expensive looking for a poor secretarial student.

Lydia could not help smiling at the thought of the wardrobe Hank had left. She wondered how the present Hank was making out with the one suit and two pair of slacks and a few shirts that had been left him. No doubt he was doing some shopping also. She also wondered what he had done about the securely locked box of feminine clothing that the former Hank had hidden under his bed!

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