female clothing, in every color, and for every purpose, Bud still wasn't ready for his brother, but he couldn't put it off any longer.

He rang the bell against 'L.Hamilton' on the intercom of the building. He winced just seeing the initial. It took a few rings before a sleepy, girlish voice said, "Yes?"

on."

"It's big brother," said Bud. "I just got off the case we're

"Come on up," there was an eagerness in 'her' voice that belied the early morning hour.

When Bud finally reached the open door, he could hear the kettle whistling within. He sighed, recalling past lectures on safety. He closed and bolted the door behind him. Linda came tripping to meet him. She had changed her hair since last he'd seen her. Now she had auburn highlights, and it was thicker and longer, well over her shoulders. She was wearing a dark, nylon negligee over what looked like a very skimpy nightdress. Her white, flowered panties and bra could be seen through both items of clothing.

"Tyler!" she cried with delight, flinging both arms about his neck. Before he knew it, Bud was overpowered by soft, feminine fragrances, soft kisses on his ear and check, and the pressure of a female body, hugging him closely.

"Whoa," he said thickly. "I haven't done anything!"

"But you came!" Linda turned, kept one hand in his and led him into the little living room. "Clay was sure that Clara would persuade you not to come.'

"Well......" Bud was at a loss for words.

"Sit down, please," Linda/Allan said briskly. "I'll bring the coffee in right now."

Bud took off his coat and threw it over an old battered armchair, one he remembered belonging to Mary at the other place.

Linda came in and sat down beside him on the chesterfield, putting the coffee in front of them. "Well," she said at last. "Do you see what's different about me?"

--

Bud looked his brother up and down. His toenails were varnished like his fingernails and he was clearly in fine shape for a girl that is his legs being particularly well-shaped. "You have longer hair and you've colored it." he said hesitantly. "Oh, of course, You haven't seen it like this!" She touched her lips where a touch of dark liner remained to shape them in a fine curve. "No, it's something else."

Bud looked over his brother. Alan/Linda's face was much as he remembered. Thin, shaped eyebrows, dark, thick lashes,

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