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and so forth. Only when she seemed to have satisfied her momentary curiosity, did she get back to her own operation. She mentioned some of the technical aspects of the operation and that she had requested the largest implant that they had which even then was not all that large anyway, to hear her talk about it. And thus we talked. She mentioned that she should even get an unpadded bra for the new breasts, in anticipation.

After a couple of cups of coffee, it was time to start thinking about lunch. When I mentioned this, she asked why not eat out, for she was about to "go under." At this I agreed if she'd wait until I changed. She would not hear of any change since I looked fine as I was, but I balked at such exposure. Besides, she still had on her uniform and since there would be time for her to change, I could just as well take that same time to reappear as my usual self. It went back and forth for a time until I finally agreed to give it a try as long as she was willing to be up to facing the dangers of my discovery. She was willing and said that, hell or high water and all that rot, she would stand by me, which I'm sure she would have. Besides, she kept arguing, the exposure would be a good practice. She did not say prac- tice for what, but it did seem a good excuse though my nylon covered knees were not free of quaking and shaking as you well may imagine.

I cleaned up the kitchen, grabbed my handbag and away we went. I was so full of trepidation and she seemed just as full of resolve that all balanced and there was some sort of an equality that made for a fine meal that we both enjoyed, in spite of the miscellaneous emo- tions that were floating around. She made numerous corrections and suggestions for my actions, about 80 percent of which I lost since I was in no frame of mind to be able to remember them. Towards the end of the junket I did gain much in self-confidence and poise when to all appearances I was taken as what I appeared to be. I suppose the whole trip could have been summarized as a sort of trial by paranoia.

After lunch she talked me into going shopping some and she did get a bra with the larger cups and without any sort of fill. I knew that we wore the same size bra, but all of mine had moderate to heavy fill (since I, too, was "unendowed"). We stayed out long enough to have dinner, too. All in all, it was a thrilling exercise, too, but I was still sort of glad when we got back to our apartment and I could relax. I had begun to ease off some in the last restaurant but still there was

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