"Well?"

"Well, what, that's a deep subject?" she said innocently.

"Miss Fleagle, will you please stop teasing me, and help.”

"Oh, that," she said casually, "you certainly are in a hurry to get harnessed up."

I was almost in tears of frustration by now. She got up slowly and moved toward her room. With incredible slowness she smiled and went through the door, in a moment she came back with her arms full of boxes.

"Take off your gown set, Brenda, and lets get started, if you're so impatient."

Before she finished her sentence the nightgown and peignoir were lying at my feet in a pile of pink froth.

"Let's shave your legs and underarms again before we dress you," she suggested.

Once again the razor glided over my limbs, leaving the smooth wake of soft skin. After the session, powder was applied. Then, Jean opened the first box. She pulled a pair of pink panties trimmed in lace out, and held them up for my inspection. Wordlessly I stepped over, took them from her hand, and stepped into them. Waves of pleasure filled me as I moved them up my hips. As they settled in the proper place, the clinging material adhered perfect to my new shape. I smiled a secret knowing smile and watched her open the second box. It was a beauti- ful bra, with a tiny pink bow between the cups, I held out my arms, and Jean slipped the straps on my shoulders. My breasts fitted into the cups perfectly, and she stepped around behind and hooked me into the wonderful harness of my now visible femininity. A slight adjustment and, it was over.

"How does that feel?" she wanted to know.

“Comfortable . . . perfect . . . wonderful." I said with my voice filled with emotion.

"Good, you look just radiant, Brenda, let's try on your garter belt and nylons."

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