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that edge that I could not shake. To top it off, Wendi would not let me change when we got home but wanted me to stay in the dress. I rebelled but finally relented (well, there wasn't that much of a battle) in that I went and changed to a different dress. We watched some TV (the box with the tube) and also listened to the radio and, well, we were still much in love and I'll leave the rest to your wildest dreams (ah yes!!).

Oh yes, during the day she had decided that "Mark" could not wear dresses and lingerie and such; so I became Marcia. Marcia this. Marcia that. Even that night in bed, the name of Marcia remained. In fact, it was still there in the morning when I arose. I had to divest myself of some makeup that was badly smeared (somehow) and of the enamel on my fingernails. She talked me into leaving it on my toe- nails after she had "gone to so much trouble" to apply it the night before.

This was the day for her operation. She seemed very calm. Of course, since she works in the hospital, there should really be no reason for her to be nervous. I was almost surprised that she did it at her own hospital since "everybody would know," but again, she knew the people there, what they could and could not do ... it was just sensible that she should have it done there. All that she packed was the new bra and several books. She felt she would not be there that long, since it was a short, simple operation that would heal relatively quickly, enough that she could leave. It would only be a matter of two days (or so she was told). She asked if I were to be spending all of that time dressed. I told her that I probably would; I could not pass up an opportunity like that, could I?

At the hospital there were forms, forms and more forms to sign. She filled out the forms and then we had a signing fest where we both signed and signed and signed. My mistake, of course, was in not reading what it was I was signing, but again, hindsight is always much sharper than foresight, right?

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When we went to her room, it turned out to be a single again, the "in" of working there, right? She put the books on the table and then undressed, putting on one of those hospital smocks, and then went over and lay down on the bed. Without the falsies, she did look quite flat-chested and I had to chuckle in spit of myself. Nonetheless, I bent over and kissed her just as three nurses came in through the

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