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into it so well made it a new experience. I was quite unsure of myself in her clothes except that I knew that there was no deception in what filled my blouse. I mean her blouse. Maybe our blouse? The skirt too was conservative and everything fitted and with the nurse's encour- agement, I got dressed and left the hospital, making a beeline for home. To say that I was upset with Wendi would be an understate- ment.

When I came into the apartment, I called her name since I did not see her. She answered from the bedroom. When she did not come out right away, I went in to see her and sort of tell her off for ther trick. Again, I was not prepared for what greeted me.

Whereas the living room looked very much like when I left it, the bedroom was quite different. It was so strange that at first I was speechless. There were now two vanities. Both of them had all kinds of jars and tubes and stuff on top of them. The closet was open at both ends (it had double sliding doors) and at the end which had been traditionally mine, was not a suit, coat or slacks to be seen. Instead, it had the appearance that Wendi had taken over and hung her clothes on my side as well as hers. At least I thought this until I recognized some of the dresses as being mine.

"Where are my clothes?" I walked in and over to the closet as Wendi arose and walked over to me.

"Right there, don't you recognize them?" When I turned to her she was smiling. Her blouse was plunged and open and I was immediately drawn to the sight of cleavage. My eyes seemed to rivet there as I thought of my own breasts now so large and evident, and not, as earlier, removable. She couldn't help following my gaze. She reached up and hefted my breasts and caressed them. My attention was drawn back to me.

"Why did you do this? How am I ever going to be able to hide them until they can be removed?"

"Why remove them? They look so good on you, much better than they'd ever look on me."

"Didn't you also get breasts? Your cleavage

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