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she reported in and I blurted out that I adored her neat crisp uniform. Immeadiately she saw that I hadn't fallen in love with her, but rather for her dress. Much to my surprise she walked to the far side of the room and removed her uniform. Standing there in her slip she informed me that I could try it on but that I had to walk over to her to get it. I wanted to run, however my lack of exercising soon brought me to the realization that I had to go slow. Finally I made it and with the same disregard for privacy as Betty had shown I stripped to my underwear. Betty helped me don the uniform and it fit perfectly except where my boyish figure couldn't possibly fill out the girlish portions. Since mother was seldom home during the day, I wore the dress until Betty had to leave. I thanked her enthusiastically and asked if I could please do it again. With that she ex- tracted the promise from me that I would have to work harder to get well. I hurriedly agreed.

The next day Betty brought two uniforms with an extra pair of panties and a bra and slip. Again I had to walk to them and my more expert gait showed that I had been practicing as much as I could. I put the panties and bra on in the bathroom then Betty filled out the bra so that I could finish dressing. What a wonderful feeling. The proportions were all right this time and Betty remarked that I looked good. Once again I spent the day as a nurse.

After a few days the cast came off and I was to walk more and more. Each day I was given a little more incentive to keep going as Betty would apply make-up one day, fix my hair and teach me some feminine manner- isms. Finally about a week later I was completely dressed including the white stockings, shoes, and a cap on my girlish hair and make-up. I was now walking without a limp. I couldn't have been more happy. Soon my whole world came falling apart though when Betty told me that the next day would be the last with me. I cried all that night.

When Betty came in the next day she was beautiful and so much different in her regular clothes that I hardly recognized her. I met her at the door and she handed me the bag she was carrying. My heart leaped as I opened it as she had brought a complete outfit of street clothes for me to wear. She told me that our final walk was to be outside to some of the local shops. For some reason I wasn't too concerned, but rushed right to the bedroom.

I'd never seen such pretty underclothes as the panties, bra and slip were all matching in a pink color with lots of lace. By now I could dress

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