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neckline and wrists looked charming. The soft curves of my figure looked lovely through the sheer fabric, and I knew that I would never feel mis-shapen again.

Eagerly now, I went into my bedroom to find several skirts and blouses and dresses hanging in my closet together with a selection of intimate garments laid out on the bed. Janet had hobbled in to help me get dressed, and sure enough, one rough spot was hooking my brassiere. She adjusted it to hold my small mounds of flesh in a firm and up-lifting style and snapped it into place.

Next came a waist cincher, but first, she had me pull on a pair of nylon hose. "You might have difficulty bending once the cincher is binding you in," she explained. "Now, pull in your stomach. Suck it in way in." With that, while I was standing my straightest, she whipped the waist-cincher around me and hooked it shut without difficulty.

Once it was on, my natural tendency was to fall back into my slouch, but I found the stays cutting into my chest and stomach, and I straightened up quickly. Laughing, Janet leaned over and clamped the dangling garters onto my hose.

Before I could turn or say anything, Janet handed me a mini-slip, white, with ribbon straps and lavishly decorated with lace at the bodice and hem. I slipped it over my shoulders, and it felt so cool and sweet as it settled down over my body. I wanted to stroke the texture of the fabric and feel the curves of my figure, but Janet rushed me right along.

Next, she handed me a mini-dress, the cutest one you could imagine, orange, with long pleats running from the yoke with a low, round neckline in it, little puffed sleeves; it looked so sweet. I wasn't used to crooking my arms to slip them through the angles made by the cut of the sleeves, but Janet guided my awkward arms through the opening, and the dress settled down over my shoulders. She pushed the sleeves up to make them puffier and gave it a pat here and there.

"This is called a 'skimmer," she said as I pulled my hem down and examined the skirt length to make sure that my slip didn't show, even if it was so pretty that I wouldn't mind if it did peep out. "You'll