"Oh, it won't be long before you're used to them, and won't notice them at all," said Nancy. "But now, we've got to hurry or we'll be late. Put this on next." She handed me a panty girdle with built-in pad- ding on the hips and derriere.

"What's this for?" I asked, climbing into the girdle and tugging it up, noting how it hugged my flesh.

"Obviously, it's to give you female curves where you've got male angles. Now, your nylons."

I sat down on the bed to put the gossamer black stockings on. Nancy showed me how to roll them in my hands and smooth them up over my legs to fasten to the garters.

I was really enjoying myself now. The snug fit of the bra and girdle and the sleek silkiness of the nylons were foreign to me, but decidedly not uncomfortable.

"What's next?" I said happily.

"I'm afraid you'll have to put this on," said Nancy, holding out a lacy black waistcincher. "You've got a little midriff bulge."

She showed me how to position the garment around my waist and helped me fasten the row of tiny hooks up the front. With each snap I could feel my waist being pulled in tighter and tighter. I thought I would suffocate from the pressure.

"Hey, can't you loosen that at all?" I complained. "I can hardly breathe!"

"You'll get used to it in a minute," said Nancy. “Now, try your shoes on. I've got to teach you to walk in high heels. I sat down on the bed and slipped my feet into the black, spike-heeled pumps she handed me. They fit perfectly, and I mentioned this fact, and asked her how she had gotten everything in my exact size.

"Don't you remember when you sent for that tailormade suit from China? And the time you sent to Italy for shoes? Who helped you with your measurements?" she asked.

Then she got back to the matter at hand.

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