The belt was hooked, and I sat down as the sheer nylons were started on their journey to my thigh. A short wonderful journey of complete sensual pleasure. I was practically in unexplained ecstacy by the time they were hooked to the waiting garters.

"Now kick off those horrid hospital slippers Brenda," Jean said. If a girl is going to put her best foot forward into a new life she'd better have a shoe on it." So saying she reached for another box waiting on the couch and began to open it. "High heels are for later on when you are stronger and more adjusted to life. For the moment I got you a pair of low heeled pumps that will go with your outfit but won't be difficult to wlk in."

She picked a pair of pretty blue calf pumps with heels about 11⁄2 inches high and with a pretty silver buckle on the toe. I sat down and slipped them on. They felt so light and soft. I stood up and walked a -few steps.

"These are sure lighter and more comfortable than marine combat boots I said reminiscently.

"Yes they are," Jean agreed, "but you must put such thoughts and memories completely out of your mind. You are Brenda Marie now and you don't know what its like to wear Marine boots.

A slip, gossamer light, was next reaching to a mini length and giving my legs a wonderful coolness. Next was to come the main course.

Jean hesitated and smiled before opening the three remaining boxes.

"Do you want to close your eyes or something, Brenda?"

"No, I want to see and appreciate every detail.”

"I'll warn you, this is about the most feminine blouse on the market today, if you still have hesitations about dresses and all that "crap" this isn't for you."

"Oh, yes it is! Hurry up and stop keeping your sister in suspense."

"Well don't say I didn't warn you. This is bound to turn you into a frilly, frilly girl."

11