"Hurry please!" I begged all in a dither to complete my new "self."

Teasingly she peeked into the box and then lifted out a light pink blouse. I saw that the entire bodice was covered with frills and inter- twined with light pink, velvet bows. The sleeves were plain, and full and ended in french cuffs. The collar was rounded in a Peter Pan style. The material was nylon and rayon and it felt cool as I pulled my sleeves on. My breasts were rising perceptively, lifted by the shapely bra, and my deep breathing. The lacy blouse was buttoned over them and the frills were pressed softly outward by my bust to completely accentuate the beauty of the styling.

The next step was the skirt. It was a navy blue A-line, buttoned in the back, and reaching to about an inch above the knee. It was fully lined, and felt swishy and kicky as I walked about the room enjoying the freedom and at the same time the restraint of the garment. I was still quite excited, and Jean was smiling happily, too.

"One more thing. It's quite chilly outside, especially with you just re- covering, and since you haven't finished the sweater you are knitting yet, I had to pick one up for you."

She opened the last box and pulled out the softest sweater that I had ever seen. It was an angora, navy blue cardigan, with white mother of pearl buttons. I touched it as she was holding it, then took it and hugged it to my breast.

"Its beautiful, Jean! It's like . like a cloud, so soft! I don't think I've ever touched anything this soft in my life!"

"Go ahead, Brenda, put it on. I think you'll find it's as warm as it is soft."

I slipped my pink bloused arms into the sleeves and arranged the buttons in a neat row over my left breast. The other side was adjusted by Jean, who suddenly leaned over and gave me a kiss on the nose.

Grinning, she stepped back and said, "Brenda, you look absolutely lovely. You're soft, radiant, and happy!”

We came together at the same time and hugged each other. We stayed like that for almost a minute, then Jean pulled away.

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