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Bob Part II By Evenrude The alarm rang at 0830. Bob opened his eyes and looked around the room. The little apartment was so much better than a prison cell. It was almost like living on the outside, Bob considered, and all it cost was his balls. That thought made him feel for his crotch. Maybe no balls there anymore, he reasoned, but his cock was still there, just a little shorter now and more 'built-in'. Not really worth a damn for peeing though. And speaking of peeing... Bob hopped out of bed and ran to the toilet. One thing about the change was the different sensation a full bladder caused. It was more insistent now, and if you didn't answer the call when it came, it was even easy to leak a little pee. It as if the muscles in there just didn't close everything off as tight or something. Not a really big problem once you became accustomed to the difference, but it sure wasn't like before. Bob got up and flushed and then went the mirror. He examined himself again. Today was the day. The first time out since he had been sentenced. He was going back out in the world. Bob looked at his face and then at his body. And he was going out looking like this. He was going out in the 'world' as a woman. Bob put some Right Guard deodorant on his still clean- shaven pits and felt his legs. Soft and very smooth... Nice. Taking the hairbrush, Bob brushed his still short hair in various ways, trying to imagine how to make it look more feminine. Nothing seemed to help. Well, we'll see what Jane has in mind, I guess. Bob considered. She did mention a haircut. Bob put on underwear and then his usual coverall. He wondered what kind of clothes Jane would bring. Only a little while now. He made some coffee and drank it slowly, listening to the radio on the bed stand to kill time. The small apartment also had a small TV, but for some reason, Bob didn't watch it very often. Finally, a knock on the door... Bob opened the door to find Jane standing there, carrying a small, new, soft-sided bag with a shoulder strap. "Come on in, please." Bob said, hardly able to contain his excitement. "My goodness, you really are ready for this, aren't you." Jane said, sensing the eagerness. "It's been more than two years, Jane." Bob said. "In fact, I'm scared to death." "You've got three days." Jane reminded him. "And if you want, it can be made permanent." Jane took the bag to the bedroom and emptied it on the bed. It contained three bags from a department store. Bob discovered the bags contained some underwear, a rather feminine knit shirt, or blouse, in a light pastel green color and some light colored slacks. There were also some white athletic socks similar to the kind Bob wore every day, but with a more feminine, finished look. The socks were probably just women's style, Bob considered, rather than cheap, prison-issue type. "I think we'll find you some shoes too, and we'll need to get some stockings for those. These were the only socks I could find that sort of went with those ghastly sneakers." Bob picked up a little bra and, holding it daintily in his fingers, studied it with interest. It was a rather feminine looking, glossy satin affair, with adjustable satin shoulder straps much narrower and way more delicate looking than those on the sport bra Bob always wore. The shimmering, seamless cups apparently contained some kind of padding since they maintained their rounded shape even as Bob ran his fingers over them. They reminded Bob of little satin clamshells. A tiny satin bow was nestled between the cups, which themselves were trimmed with a narrow satin border. The strap that went across back was narrow and closed with two small hooks. The whole affair was a feminine beige color. It was surely the sexiest piece of clothing Bob ever held in his hand. "This is a just little bit 'girly' don't you think?" Bob asked, holding the garment out with one finger. "The whole reason for doing all this is to give you a good idea of what being a woman is all about." Jane reminded him. "You really need a chance to experience things like that." "And this fits me?" Bob asked, more to himself than to Jane. "I don't know how well, but I hope it does." Jane said. "It'll at least do till we can get you somewhere where we can try some others on." "I'm going to get more of these things?" "If you sign on the dotted line, you'll be wearing them every day, if you want." Jane reminded him. "I have been wearing a bra for a long time now, remember... But nothing at all like this." Not many women want to wear those heavy-duty female jockstraps you put on every day." Jane countered. "This one will make you feel good about yourself." "Underwear actually does that for you?" Bob scoffed. "Try it on." Jane dared. "Then you tell me." Bob shrugged his shoulders and dropped the sexy little garment on the bed. He quickly slipped the coveralls down and stepped out of them. He pulled the white sport bra over his head and dropped it on the bed next to its delicate replacement. Bob looked at the tags on the new bra and read the size. 36-A "It has just a little shaping, to fill you out a little. You're still growing, and I believe your bust will eventually fill out some more." Jane advised. "You bought me a padded bra?" Bob scoffed. "Not exactly padded." Jane corrected. "Just some shaping. Lot's of women wear this kind." "Really..." Bob mused. "I didn't know that." "There are lots of things about women you still don't know, Hon." Jane reminded him. "I'll try to teach you some of them this weekend. If you decide to join the team, there are lots more you will need to know to get by." Bob held the dainty little bra up to his bare breasts. This thing was definitely going to be much different than the cotton sport bra, he considered. "Put it on." Jane commanded. Bob awkwardly worked to open the little hooks and the placed his arms in the shoulder straps like he was putting on a shirt. "Let me show you another little secret, just between us girls." Jane whispered as she watched his struggle. She took the satin contraption and put it around Bob's waist at the narrowest point, with the cups in back. Bob watched confused, and held his arms up out of the way. Jane hooked the back strap and gently pulled the bra around so that the cups were in the front. "Now, put your arms in the shoulder straps." She ordered. Bob carefully did as he was told. "Pull it all up and get your boobs in the cups and move them around till they feel all settled in." Jane commanded again. Bob pulled the little cups over his soft, sensitive breasts. The shoulder straps seemed too tight, positioning the cups slightly higher than the level of his bosom. "Let me adjust those for you." Jane offered. She went behind Bob and slipped the tiny metal buckles on the satin shoulder straps until the shapely cups were positioned directly over each breast. Bob watched as she worked. This rig was much different than the sport bra with its wide elastic straps and no hooks or adjustments of any kind. His breasts looked and felt huge inside this little satin bra. The little satin bra was obviously designed to project the breasts and push the limited available flesh towards the center and up, creating the appearance of more cleavage than was really there. He walked over to the dresser mirror and stared at the person looking back. "Wow!" Was all he could say. "Looks pretty good, doesn't it?" Jane agreed. "How does it feel?" Bob just stared at his reflected image. He stood sideways and stuck his chest out, studying his profile. "Does it pinch or bind anywhere?" Jane asked again. "Huh?" Bob muttered. "I don't know." "Well, you are wearing it, Hon. Does it hurt?" "Uh... Umm... A little tight maybe." Bob stammered, touching his breasts in their satiny confinement. Jane ran her fingers around the straps, feeling for tightness. It seemed fine to her. "Where is it too tight?" She asked. "It seems okay to me." "Maybe it's all right, I don't know." Bob stammered. He kept running his hands over the cups and the satin straps. "Pretty isn't it, Hon?" Jane exclaimed. "It looks very good on you." "Yeah, it sorta' does, don't it." Bob agreed. "I had no idea it would look like this." "We're just getting started, Hon." Jane said, smiling at Bob. "I like it, I guess." Bob stammered, embarrassed by his appearance. "Good. Then get out of those old 'granny pants' and try these on." Jane held up the matching satin bikini panty. It seemed much smaller than the 100% cotton briefs Bob always wore. "And you really think this will fit over my big ass?" Bob said crudely, taking the tiny piece of cloth. They were made of the same satin fabric of the bra cups with a matching color satin edging around the waist and leg openings. The crotch gusset was very narrow and lined in a soft cotton fabric a much a lighter color than the rest of the panty. "It's your size, I think." Jane said. "Try it on." Bob slipped the cotton 'granny pants' down his hips, and absent-mindedly ran his palm over the thin hair covering his pubic area. He stepped into the panties and quickly pulled them over his expanding hips. When they were in place, Bob looked in the mirror again. There appeared to be a very attractive young woman wearing sexy underwear staring back. "If I wasn't seeing it, I wouldn't believe it!" Bob exclaimed. "I have to say, that was one seriously powerful drug they used on you." Jane teased. "I don't care what you were before; you're just a beautiful young woman now, Hon." Bob spread is feet apart slightly, then slowly ran his fingers along the narrow band of beige satin between his legs. "I can't tell you," Bob told Jane while running his fingertips along the smooth fabric, enjoying the sensations on both sides of the cloth. "How many times I lay in bed at night and dreamed of seeing something like this in the flesh. But, I sure never dreamed it would be me." "Well Hon, maybe you better get some of those other clothes on before the smoke alarm goes off." Jane advised. "My plan was to get you something a little sexy, but now I'm really glad I didn't get those things in black. That's what does usually it for me." She giggled. Bob turned around and looked at the young woman. "I'd kind'a like to see you in black too." He grinned. "Watch it, Romeo." Jane warned. "Legally, you're still a man, remember." "Maybe that's why I said it." Bob admitted, an even bigger grin forming on his face. "I'll definitely need to keep that in mind, Hon." Jane said, winking at him. She handed Bob the pastel green blouse. "Get some clothes on. We have some serious shopping to do." Bob took the blouse and slipped it on. The fabric was rather sheer and his new bra was very visible through the garment. "Jane, this shirt is just a little transparent, don't you think?" Bob asked, examining his appearance in the mirror as he slowly closed the row of tiny buttons up the front. Jane gave Bob a quick glance and laughed slightly. "It looks fine." She answered. "You're just being self conscious." "I think I look naked." Bob countered. "You might argue that I might deserve it, but I would really prefer to not get attacked on my first day out as a woman." "You look very nice, Hon." Jane repeated. "Nobody is going to assault you if I can help it." "So, now it takes a woman to protect me?" Bob sniffed. "That makes me feel much better, thank you." "We'll stick together, Hon." Jane teased. "But if you just want to stay home and feel yourself up all day, I'll leave now." "No. I want to go." Bob declared. "If you want me to go half naked like this, I guess I'll do it." "That's the attitude." Jane mocked. "You going to wear those slacks, or just go with your butt hanging out." Bob grabbed the slacks and stepped into them. He hadn't worn outerwear other than loose coveralls for years. But he didn't remember any pants being this tight before. "I don't believe these are going to fit." Bob warned. "They're way too tight." As Bob struggled to get the slacks over his hips as Jane watched with interest. Bob finally got the slacks up and struggled with zipper. "You put them on backwards, Hon," She said, trying desperately to hold back a giggle. "What do you mean?" Bob countered. "Look at it." She ordered. "That zipper should be on the left side. Look at the way the pockets are." "Backwards?" Bob said incredulous. "I never heard of such a thing. Jane lifted the blouse she wore and turned around. Her slacks had the zipper on the side too. "Now you have Hon." She said. "You're on the other team now, remember" Bob pulled the pants down again and switched legs. He pulled the up easier and quicker this time. They still fit very snug. Once they were in position he struggled to close the zipper at his hip. "Well, this is a concept." Bob griped. "It was probably designed by a male." Jane mused, giggling. "But I will admit, it does flatter your tush, doesn't it." As difficult as the slacks were to don, once in place they seemed to look fine, although they felt skin tight to Bob. The close fit did serve to emphasize his new shape. Especially in front. There was no doubt what wasn't there anymore. He looked at his rear end. The outlines of the new panties underneath were clearly visible. "You're really making me earn this trip to the outside, aren't you?" Bob told Jane. Jane saw the visible panty lines and giggled. "I really didn't plan on that. Honest, Hon." She said, still giggling uncontrollably. Bob continued to examine his appearance in the dresser mirror. He turned backwards and sideways, pushing his rear out and then sticking his chest out. "I think you look fine." Jane offered. "It might be pushing the limits a little for church, but it looks just fine for the mall." "Honest?" Bob asked. "This is scary enough for me, Jane. I don't want to be a prude or anything, but... Well, you know..." "Chances are, if you take the deal they're offering, by next year, you won't think twice about wearing clothes like that." Jane considered. "The guys love it." "Right now, I doubt I could care much less about what guys like." Bob said curtly. "But you will, Hon." Jane declared knowingly. "You will." "I don't know about my hair.' Bob said. "It still looks sort of masculine with this short, don't you think." "Hon, your hair is a bit short, but nobody is ever going to mistake you for a guy." Jane insisted. "If it will make you feel any better, we'll stop at 'Supercuts' first and see if they can do anything with it. You probably need to let it grow out a little before spending any serious money on it." "Whatever you think." Bob deferred. "So, do you want to stay at my place, or come back here tonight?" Jane asked. "If I have a choice, I think I'd rather sleep on a park bench than stay here tonight." Bob declared. "Well, that's the first time I ever heard sleeping at my place compared with a park bench." Jane said with mock disgust. "I'm sorry. You know what I meant." Bob apologized. He certainly didn't want to piss Jane off for any reason. "I know, Hon." Jane admitted. "I'm just rattling your cage a little. If you want to stay at my place, put whatever you need to take along in that new bag I brought for you." She just thought of everything, Bob thought. Bob went to the bed and retrieved the bag. In it, Bob put his shaving kit (his old male shaving kit) containing deodorant, the electric shaver, hairbrush, toothbrush and other incidentals. He even though in a few 'Always' panty liners, just in case. He had no idea when they'd be needed again. "What clothes should I take along?" Bob asked. "What do you have besides those hideous coveralls and underwear?" Jane asked. "That's about it, except for my old 'guy' underwear." Bob declared. "You sure won't need that, Hon." Jane decided. "I think we'll just start you off from square one today." "Okay." Bob agreed, zipping the almost empty bag and shouldering it. This was definitely going to be an interesting weekend, Bob decided. He could feel his heart pounding with excitement. They left the little apartment and walked to the exit. Except for going outside to take a walk to comply with a doctor's demand that he exercise once every few days, Bob seldom left the building they were in. When they arrived at the parking lot, Bob saw Jane unlock her car. It was a late model BMW 3 series. "Nice wheels." Bob complemented. "My ex thought the same thing." Jane said. "But he only got the payments." "You're married?" Bob exclaimed. "I said my ex." Jane reminded. "I was, for a while, but we sort of agreed to disagree." "I'm sorry." Bob said. "I didn't know." "I'm not sorry." Jane said confidently. "And, you're right, there's a lot you don't know, Hon." "I am learning that, for sure." Bob admitted. As they drove to the guard post, Jane removed some paperwork from her purse. The papers contained various papers, including a 3 by 5 color photograph of him. The guard seemed to be expecting them and quickly reviewed the papers, looked at the photograph and seemed to be comparing it with Bob's current appearance. "I'll be damned." The guard said, loud enough for Bob to hear him. "Have a good day, Ms. Miller." The guard said, waving them through the large electric gate. As they drove through the gate, Bob felt both afraid and happy. He had been waiting years to go through that gate. He never thought he'd be wearing a bra and panties when it happened. "It's almost noon, Hon." Jane declared. "Are you getting hungry?" "Only if you are." "How about Red Lobster?" Jane asked. "I've only eaten prison food or clinic cafeteria food for two years now." Bob admitted. "Anyplace will be excellent compared to that." "Fish it will be then, Hon." Jane decided. In only a couple of miles, Jane pulled onto the parking lot of the Red Lobster restaurant. Bob had never been around the area outside the prison, so had no idea where anything was. They locked the car and entered the restaurant. There was a short wait, and other patrons were sitting in the seats of the small waiting area. There were a few women, but most were men. Bob noticed that most of them seemed to constantly be looking at him. He thought back a few years. He would have been doing the same thing back then. All the guys he knew would have too. Women were just too unique not to stare at them. Now, the shoe was on the other foot. Bob was never so aware of his new breasts as when he was standing in front of those men in that restaurant. At the same time, whether from previous habit or something else, Bob's previously masculine eyes also studied the other women in the restaurant, both the patrons and the serving staff. He immediately noticed that the shirts of many of the women were sheer enough to see the bra or other undergarments they wore. The transparency was normal and probably intentional. He decided it only seemed unusual because he had never had to dress like that before himself. Bob looked down at his breasts. Even the satin edging of the cups was clearly visible through the thin material of the blouse. It would make the guys notice, and that was probably the intention. Bob moved his shoulders back and arched his back slightly, stretching the fabric of the front of his blouse and making his breasts all the more obvious. At the same time, he observed almost all the guys perk up and followed him with their leering eyes. Bob was just beginning to understand the extent of the power he now possessed. Guys were as predictable as the seasons. "Ladies? Are you alone?" He asked. "Just two." Jane responded. They followed him to a small table with four chairs. The waiter opened the seat for Jane, and then Bob. After lunch Jane suggested they stop at her house to drop off Bob's bag. It was on the way to the mall anyway. As they drove up to a house much larger than Bob had expected, Bob wondered about his friend's relationship with her ex-husband. "My goodness, they certainly must pay RN's better than I thought." Bob said in amazement as they arrived at the end of the short driveway. "A nurse can't afford this, Hon, but an established woman formerly married to a neurosurgeon can." Jane explained. "Besides the car, and some securities, I got the house too." She said. "I consider it 'spoils of war'." "I had no idea." Bob exclaimed. "This is really nice." "I don't know if I'll keep it." Jane said offhandedly. "It's too big for me, and I do have to pay the taxes on it. I could probably buy a house that would be more appropriate for my needs with what I pay in property taxes on this." They entered the large kitchen, and Bob looked at all the utensils hanging above the center island counters and the stainless steel refrigerators and appliances. "I sure didn't know you were this wealthy." Bob said breathlessly. "I married a man I thought was interested in the same things I was. He is a successful surgeon and that made him somewhat well off. He still is, I guess. I have these things, he has moved on to another trophy wife." Jane said. There was a slight trace of bitterness in her voice. "Two wives..." Bob exclaimed. "I've never even been on a date." "That will change now, if you want, Hon." Jane reminded him. "For you, the terrible sex-ratio problem has recently changed." "I'm still trying to adjust to that idea." Bob admitted. "Come along, I'll show you your room, if you want to stay here." Jane called from the next room. She led Bob up some stairs, past a large room that was obviously the master bedroom. The next door was closed, but she opened it and walked inside. Bob followed. The room was also quite large, and furnished with a large bed and matching furniture. All the things were very expensive looking and in impeccable condition. The place was clean, but obviously not regularly used. "Will this do?" Jane asked. "It's right next to my room, and I seldom use all these rooms. I try to keep this one ready for any guests." "Jane, I don't know what to say." Bob exclaimed. "It's fantastic." "Just say, 'Thank You', and then put your bag on the bed. I'll show you around a little when we get back from the mall." Linda suggested. When they were back in the car, Bob looked over at the woman driving. "Jane, why are you doing this for me?" He asked. She looked over at him and smiled. "Hon, the first time I heard about you, I had to see this guy who could be so brave to volunteer for an experiment like you did, and then accept the unbelievable results with so much dignity." Jane said simply. "I think you need some help right now. God knows, you deserve some." "I didn't volunteer to become a woman." Bob countered. "Me either." Jane said. "But I had years to grow into one. "You didn't." "Whatever is making you do this... I... I just want to say thank you." Bob said, placing his hand on top of Jane's. Jane looked into Bob's eyes and smiled. "You're very welcome, Hon." Jane said. They arrived at the mall, and parked the car. "Where would you like to go first?" Jane asked. "This is all new to me." Bob said truthfully. "I'll just follow your lead." "There is a sale at Foley's." Jane considered. "Let's start there." Bob followed Jane into the Women's section. He looked around at all the different, colorful clothes on display. He still found it difficult to accept that he could, indeed would be expected to, wear these things. Jane went to a table that displayed various colors and styles of blouses. She held one up to herself. "How do you like this?" She asked. "Can you imaging wearing it?" "That's not a very good question." Bob said quietly, grinning. "I really can't imagine wearing any of this stuff." They went through the piles of clothes, finally building a small pile of things to try on. Jane led Bob to the dressing rooms. Bob tried a number of tops on and when he voiced any interest in one of them, Jane placed it on the hook he guessed was the 'buy' pile. Together they selected three blouses. Going back out to the counter, Jane presented the selected items and gave the salesperson her credit card. As they passed the juniors dresses, Jane suggested they look there. "I think these will probably fit you best." She told Bob. "You want to look? I think you need to try on a skirt." A skirt? Bob thought. Well, a skirt was part of the being a woman thing, he figured. He might as well check one out. As they rummaged through the racks, Bob mostly followed Jane and watched as she examined any garment that appealed to her. Now and then she would pull a skirt out and hold it to herself. Finally, Jane settled on an above the knee length sheath in a light green color that she decided would look good with the off-white sleeveless blouse they already bought. Bob went along with her selection since he didn't see anything wrong with it, and didn't see anything that looked any more desirable. As Jane paid, she looked at Bob. "I guess you don't have a slip or pantyhose either, do you?" Jane said, more as a comment than a question. "You pretty much know what I got." Bob said flatly. "None of that kind of stuff at all." "In that case, I think a trip to Lingerie is next." Jane declared. "You'll probably like that anyway. Most guys do." Bob thought about the racks of panties, bras and other stuff. He remembered being dragged there with his mom as a young kid. It was interesting and even exciting then, but kind of embarrassing too. He never dreamed there might be a time he'd be going there to actually buy things, especially things for himself. His old high school buddies would totally have a cow if they knew he was doing this. Then again, the guy's eyes would already be popping out of their head if they saw him dressed like this. Jane went directly to the wall rack that contained the diaphanous undergarments they were seeking. She grabbed a hanger that contained a fairly short, white, half-slip with lace edging. She held it up to Bob's lower body. "Try this on." She suggested. Bob took the slip and looked at it dubiously. "You want me to wear that?" He asked. "A little short, don't you think?" "Not for somebody with a body like yours, Hon." Jane retorted. "You'll look great in it. Just wait to see what I have I mind for you." Bob looked at her and frowned. "I can hardly wait." He droned. In fact, he was beginning to wonder what he'd look like in this 'girly' stuff. "Before we go into the dressing room, let's find you a camisole too." Jane considered. "That's a useful piece too." "You have enough money for all this stuff?" Bob asked. "I'll pay you back, but I see this tiny thing costs $24.95. I just don't have that kind of money." "Don't worry about money, Hon." Jane advised. "I'll cover it, and I plan it put in an expense report to Pfizer." "The drug company will pay for these clothes?" Bob asked. "I think they just might, Hon." Jane said. "And besides, they should, don't you think? They're the reason you need them." "I guess you have a point there." Bob agreed. "This is their fault, not mine." "Let me handle it, Hon." Jane advised the young man-woman. "I think we can pretty much get whatever we need." "Okay then." Bob decided. "Let's shop." "That's the spirit, Hon." Jane said, laughing. They wandered over to the counter to pay for the purchases. As they passed a rack of panties, Bob stopped to look at them. "See something you like?" Jane asked, smiling. "I don't know." Bob mumbled, sort of embarrassed to even look at items that still seemed very foreign to his mind. He selected a black bra much like the type he was wearing and looked it over carefully. "You said you like these in black." Bob said quietly, holding the satin garment out. "I think I might too." "Okay, Hon, get it if you like it." Jan agreed. "You need to buy some more anyway." "How about you?" Bob asked. "I believe I'd like to see you in one like this too." He grinned lustily. "This trip is for you, Hon, not me." Jane countered. "This is a learning experience for you, not me." "We're all girls here; I recall you telling me the other day." Bob remarked. "I'd really like to watch you try this on when we get back to your place. I think it's called learning by observation." Jane looked at Bob suspiciously. "You aren't turning back into a horny male on me all of a sudden, are you Hon?" She asked. "Is that what I look like?" Bob asked, trying to look as innocent as possible. "I think inside that teenage girl body remains the brain of a twenty-seven-year-old dirty old man." Jane considered. "That's what I think." "And don't tell me you don't find that just a little interesting." Bob said. "I may look fifteen now, but we both know I'm not." Jane took the bra and checked the size. "This one may fit you, Hon, but I'm going to need just a bit more room." She said. "Great!" Bob exclaimed. "I'll take that one. You find one just like it in your size. And get matching underpants for both of us too." Jane looked at Bob and shook her head. She couldn't hide the smile on her face though. Bob selected matching panties in a string bikini design. He was amazed at how small they all looked. Just a little triangle of cloth in front and back. "This says medium like the ones I have on, but they look really small." He said softly, so that only Jane could hear. "I didn't get you a string bikini last night because I figured it would be hard enough to get you out of that old cotton underwear." Jane mused. "I didn't realize I was starting something." "I believe it was you who said I needed to experiment with this female stuff." Bob declared. "I'm going to take you up on it." "Within limits, Hon. Within limits." Jane remarked, but she prefaced it with a wink. "The underwear too," Bob added. "What? No thong?" Jane asked, selecting the even smaller panty design. Bob looked carefully at the wisp of material in her hand. Even the crotch gusset looked to be only about three quarters of an inch wide. It didn't appear large enough to cover even the 'critical' parts of his new anatomy. "I will, if you will." Bob challenged. "I don't know what I'm getting myself into, here." Jane laughed. "But what the hell." She handed the one she held to Bob and found one for herself. They took the items to the counter and purchased them. Carrying the bags, they went on to other departments. "I think you need some hose and shoes to go with what we've got already." Jane said. It was obvious Jane liked to shop for clothes. Bob had to admit it was interesting, in an erotic sort of way, but he probably wasn't getting as much out of it as Jane. Perhaps it was just an acquired taste. The racks of nylon stockings and pantyhose were bordering the lingerie area. They could have purchased both at the same time but Bob was unfamiliar with the layout of the store. Apparently, so was Jane, or perhaps this is not a place she normally shopped for her things. "I think you'd look good in these." Jane said, holding up some dark colored pantyhose. They were marked Hanes "Silk Reflections". The color was called Barely There. Bob took them and examined the package. He had never even looked at things like this before, except when they were on the wearer and then it was more with a lustful eye than the kind of interest he now required. The color was a light brown or skin-tone. He wondered what it would feel like to wear them. "There're kind of expensive, Hon, and they tend to run quite easy." Jane said knowingly. "But there are none I know of that feel better." "What size do I need?" Bob asked. Get the mid size, I'd say." Jane advised. "They stretch easily. They come three pair to a box. Maybe get a couple of colors." The package he had was labeled Barely There. He picked another package called Travel Buff, not knowing what the subtle difference would be. Jane picked up a couple pair of sweat socks and handed them to Bob. They had small pink and blue stripes on them. "We'll get you some new sneakers too and get rid of those 'issue' type." Jane said. "You need something a little more feminine for everyday too." They went to the counter and paid for the hose and socks and then went to find the shoe department. Jane went immediately to the tables displaying women's shoes, most with large heels. She chose a style with a strap across the back, a sort of clunky looking medium heel sling back that was the current style. "I think this would look good on you." Jane said, holding the shoe up. "I've never worn anything like that." Bob admitted. "I would hope not, Hon." Jane said smiling. "And that's why I think you should try one on." Bob went to the row of chairs, taking a seat. A young salesman sensing a sale came over immediately. "Can I help you, Miss?" He asked Bob politely. Jane handed the man the shoe. "Do you have this in her size?" She asked. That was the first time Jane had used the term 'she' when referring to Bob. It was a strange feeling, Bob considered. Well, he might as well get used to the idea. It didn't look like it was going away anytime soon. The salesman knelt in front of Bob. He removed Bob's sneaker and using a small metal device, measured Bob's foot. Bob's entire body had changed since the injection, including his feet. As with most everything else, they had become slightly smaller over time. He still had his original sneakers in his apartment as well as two other sizes that were required for proper fit as his feet became smaller over the months. The size change happened slowly, so it wasn't really that apparent unless he tried on his old shoes, as he had a few times. The difference was sobering. "We'll try a seven." The man announced, and went to get the shoe. Soon he returned with a shoebox marked "Nine West". The shoes inside were the same as the sample, a dark color, either black or very dark blue. Bob couldn't really tell, and he didn't care. The Shoe looked alright to him, as long as it didn't hurt. The heel was tall and he hadn't worn anything but sneakers for years. The young man removed Bob's prison issue sweat sock and placed a sort of nylon stocking 'bootie' on his foot so that the shoe, which would either be worn with nylons or barefoot could be fitted. It fit just about right, but it did feel much different than the low-heeled sneaker. This was no sneaker. "Would you like the other one on?" The man asked. Bob looked at Jane, for a hint. She nodded yes. "Yes please." Bob responded. The man removed Bob's other shoe and sock and placed one of the little booties on Bob's other foot, then the new shoe. It was now time to try to walk in these things... Bob stood timidly and considered the sensation. It wasn't too bad, but nothing at all like wearing sneakers. He put one foot in front of the other and looked down, acting as if he was looking at the shoes. He was, but he was also getting his balance and trying to screw up his courage. What the hell... Go for it. Slowly, Bob walked slowly down the aisle towards the large mirror at the end. He looked at the shoes and then at his overall appearance. Not too bad. Bob looked convincingly like a woman, or at least perhaps a teen-age girl. His hair, while it was still a mostly masculine cut, had been left to grow out a little in the last two or three months and could, along with the other changes, pass for a very short, somewhat feminine bob. His overall appearance was feminine enough that there would be no mistaking him for male. Even if that was what he might have wished to do. These new clothes and other things only reinforced what he already knew. As he stepped toward the mirror, Bob examined the way walked. Although it was surely obvious he had never worn shoes with a heel like these, it didn't look that unusual. Perhaps like a teenager with her first heels. Maybe a little like a guy too, but that difference was perhaps more subtle. Bob turned and went back to Jane and the salesman. "What do you think?" He asked Jane. "The important thing is, do you like them?" Jane countered. Bob looked at the young salesman. He smiled as demurely as he could. "What do you think?" He asked. "I like them." The young man answered, probably truthfully. "But as she says, you're the one we want to please. Do they feel okay?" "Yeah, I guess so." Bob answered. "A little strange, but reasonably comfortable, I suppose." "How so?" The man asked. "Oh, not really I guess." Bob corrected. He didn't want to explain that this was the first pair of women's shoes he had ever worn. "If you like them, they're yours." Jane declared, changing the subject before it became awkward. She could detect that Bob was beginning to attract more than professional attention of the young man. He wasn't ready for that just yet. "I guess they're okay." Bob agreed. "Okay then, Hon." Jane concluded. "And perhaps we'll get a new pair of athletic shoes, too." Bob removed the shoes and handed them to the salesman. He placed them back in the box as Bob removed the little shoe bootie and put his cotton socks back on. He then walked to the shelves of athletic shoes in his stocking feet. Jane followed. These shoes were not so different than the male running shoes he wore before he was incarcerated. The available colors were different though. Besides the common white with black and dark blue or gray trims, the choice now included light blues and even pinks. Bob picked up a pair of Sketchers in white with silver gray trim. Jane watched but couldn't help with a suggestion. "I think the light blue trim would complement your eyes." She offered. Now that was something no one had ever suggested before. Bob looked at the blue trim. They looked okay, too, if a bit more effeminate. He was sure that's what Jane thought too. Placing the silver shoes back on the shelf, he grabbed the light blue trimmed shoe of the same type. "How about these?" He asked the salesperson, knowing they would please Jane. "I'll see if we have your size." The man answered. "I'm pretty sure we do." He left to get the selection. "I suggest you try the blue ones because they do look a little more feminine." Jane said, confirming what Bob was thinking. "That's the reason for this little outing... To give you some experience living as a woman." "And that requires this blue trim on my sneakers?" Bob teased. "Most girls would probably choose the blue or the pink ones." Jane considered. "The silver ones are maybe just a little too macho." She grinned. "And we sure don't want that, do we?" Bob said, feigning shock. "If you really like the silver ones, go for them." Jane offered. "I'm only offering suggestions. You can do whatever you want, Hon." "The blue ones are just fine." Bob agreed. "And I appreciate all the things you're doing for me." "They are cute, Hon." Jane advised, ignoring the complement. "And 'cute' is sure what I want to be." Bob said, with not just a little bit of sarcasm. "I'm just trying to help you adjust to the different world you are entering." Jane said. "You're going to have a lot of adjustments to make." "I'm finding that out with every thing we've been doing." Bob admitted. The salesman returned with the light blue trimmed shoes. Bob offered his foot and the young man placed Bob's foot in the shoe, tying the laces. The shoes made his foot look as small as it had become, even smaller than it did with the sling-backs. The shoe fit fine, but it did look quite feminine for an athletic shoe. "I like it." The salesman offered. "Yeah, I guess maybe I do too." Bob agreed. It was cute all right. "Do they fit okay?" The salesman asked. "Mmmm, yeah, I guess so." Bob stammered. He had now begun to notice the young mans interest, and it was disconcerting. He had never considered he could incite that kind of reaction in another male without even trying. "We'll take them." Jane stated. "Yeah. I'll take them." Bob repeated absently. Bob put the original sneakers back on and followed Jane to the sales counter. She looked at Bob and grinned. "See? You're going to have their tongues dragging on the ground." She said softly, so the man wouldn't hear. "I don't think I really know how to handle that." Bob whispered. "He was kinda' sniffing around wasn't he." "You'll need to get used to that too, Hon." Jane warned. "I'm afraid it will probably be a regular part of your life from now on." "Can I help you with something else?" The young man asked. He obviously wanted to prolong the contact. "I believe that's all, thanks." Jane answered. "We have plenty of stops yet today." "I do appreciate the sale." The man continued. He was trying to make as much interaction as he could. "Thank you for all your help." Bob replied. Did he seem as pathetic as this guy when he was on the outside last time? It seemed as if the guy wanted to follow them out of the store. Perhaps he would have been, Bob considered, if put in the same circumstances. Young women shopping alone were not really that common these days. Having two of them in the store at the same time was probably almost a memorable event. And now, he was on the other side of the equation. Bob had become the hunted instead of the hunter. They were becoming burdened with packages. Bob was surprised at how much less upper body strength he had since the change. These packages were not heavy, but he was finding that he had to struggle to carry them. Another indication that he was not the man he once was. "Tell you what." Jane announced. "Let's see if we can get your hair done. While that's happening, I'll take these packages and put them in the car." "I'll vote for that." Bob agreed. "I can't believe how heavy this stuff seems now." "What did you weigh at the time of the injection? " Jane asked. "Oh, I think I was about 180." Bob considered. "If I remember right, you're just about 120 pounds now." Jane went on. "Besides the obvious body parts, you're missing some muscle strength too, I'd imagine." "There's no comparison." Bob admitted. "I've mostly adjusted to most of this I guess, but at times the changes are still very noticeable." "Testosterone." Jane declared simply. "That's the difference. They have it. We don't." "It don't normally seem like I'm as soft and weak as a girl." Bob considered. "But I guess maybe I am." "You are, Hon, you sure are." Jane told him. "I've watched you're chart as the changes have been taking place. The hormones have been changing your muscle mass almost daily. It's slowed recently but it's still happening, I'm afraid." "Still? It seems like I've mostly stopped changing." Bob considered. "At least I'm sure it's slowed down a lot." "The changes are perhaps more subtle now." Jane told him. "They are not as obvious anymore, but they're still taking place." "Yeah. I can tell there are still things going on." Bob admitted. "I wonder when it will all stop?" "It never does, Hon." Jane declared. "It never does, for any of us. It seems that you just had a period of change the rest of us never experience. Now you're getting back on the normal track. A somewhat different one perhaps, but still normal." "It all just seems like bad a dream sometimes." Bob told her. "I still forget it happened sometimes when I wake up in the morning." "Would you have signed up for this if you knew this could happen to you?" Jane asked. She looked over at Bob. Bob smiled at the woman, who was only a couple of years older than he was, but now looked years older. "Good question." Bob answered. "Probably not. I don't know. At first, I'm sure I hated what happened. But the longer I stay this way... The more I get used to being like this... I don't know." "You would really want to be a male again, if you could?" Jane went on. "Maybe." Bob answered. "Anymore, I don't know for sure. This girl stuff has all been kind of interesting, that's certain. Sometimes it's even fun too. Of course I liked being a guy, but this is good too." "Don't you just find females to be friendlier than males?" Jane asked. "Friendly?" Bob considered. "Hmmm, I really don't know about that. They're different, sure. But guys are friendly too. In a different way, I guess. It's all so different, you know. Women do treat me much different now than before, obviously. "I hope you treat women differently now too, Hon." Jane reminded him. Bob snickered. "Well, I guess that's sort of changed too, whether I like it or not." He considered. "I couldn't do what I did... It's physically impossible, I think, even if I still wanted to." "Do you still want to?" Jane questioned. "I still like to look at women, be around them and all, if that's what you're asking." Bob admitted. "I don't know if the feelings are exactly the same now, but they're definitely still there." They arrived at a place called "Top Cuts". It was a family hair cut place. Not expensive, and they catered to walk-in customers. Bob's hairstyle would be appropriate for a place like this, and they could give his hair a more feminine cut. Jane opened her purse and gave Bob two twenty-dollar bills. "Take this and pay the stylist if you finish before I return." Jane told him. "I'll probably be back before you finish." Bob discovered the pants had only small pockets in the front. The pockets were much smaller than those in male pants. There were no pockets in the back at all. He stuffed the money in the pocket. "We'll need to find you a purse or handbag too, I suppose." Jane observed. She walked away, loaded down with all the packages. The barbers were about evenly split male and female. There was a high-school age girl at the counter. "Need a cut?" The girl asked. "Yeah." Bob answered. "It'll probably be about five to ten minutes." The girl answered. "Name?" Bob looked at the attractive but very young girl. "Bob... err... Bobbie." He answered. "Okay, Bobbie." The girl said, smiling at him. Bob went to the chairs and sat down. There were a number of books with pictures of different hairstyles. He never even gave them a glance before. Now the books held great interest for him. He found a number of styles for hair as short as his. It wasn't his favorite look on a girl, but he had to work with what he had. He wondered if he'd want to let his hair grow as long as some of the models in the book. It was definitely weird to look at the girls in the book and consider that he could possibly look like that. Indeed he already did look like that, except for the hair... "Bobbie!" A hair stylist called, not knowing who "Bobbie" was. Bob habitually raised his hand slightly and looked at the young woman, who was probably in her early twenties tops. "That's me." Bob exclaimed. "What can I do for you this morning, Bobbie?" The girl asked politely. "A haircut, I guess." Bob replied. "One like this picture, if you can." The young woman looked at the picture. She looked at Bob and then back at the picture. "Well, your hair looks a bit short, but I can come close, I think." The girl replied. "Decided to let it grow back out, huh?" Bob looked at her. She was asking a legitimate question. She obviously had no idea of his past. "Yeah." Bob agreed. "I'm letting it grow out. It was much shorter than this." "Do you want it washed?" The woman asked. "Sure." Bob said. "Give it the works. Whatever it needs." The girl directed Bob to a barber chair exactly like the one at a barbershop; in fact, he had been to Top Cuts a few times before he wound up in prison. It was mostly a men's barbershop, as there were so few women and girls anymore. Most adult women went to more exclusive places since the 'shortage', since that was one place that they could escape the lustful gaze of men, if only for a short time. Those 'Stylist Shops' were more expensive than a place like Top Cuts, but men who enjoyed a relationship with a woman had no objection to spending considerable money on their 'trophy wife'. Bob had yet to learn about Stylist Shops. Behind the chair was a sink with a rounded area, designed to allow the person getting their hair washed to place the back of the head in the depression. The girl lowered the back of the chair and Bob leaned back as he felt warm water run over the back of his scalp. It felt so calming... almost sensual. Among the other physical changes he was experiencing, Bob had discovered that his skin had become more sensitive to heat and cold, the texture of clothing and other surfaces and even to another persons touch. He wasn't sure if the nerves were more sensitive or if there were just more of them, or what, but whatever caused it, his body was more responsive now. As the girl ran her fingers through Bob's hair, he could feel his nipples stiffen inside the bra. Whether that part of his body was actually more sensitive or if it the larger size of his nipples only made it seem that way, Bob didn't know. He only knew that that was now the first indication his body was becoming aroused. It felt very good, too. As the almost sensual touch of the girl continued, Bob also felt his changed genitalia respond with first a tingling, then a pleasurable warmth and finally, a pleasurable feeling as his vaginal area began to engorge with blood and become slippery and moist. The sensation was sort of like a hard-on when he still had his penis, but different. Not only was it not obvious to others, unless the eventual wetness 'down there' began to seep into his clothes, but the feelings seemed more diffuse, not just concentrating on the clitoris which, especially during times like this, felt so much like the head of his penis, which is probably what it was, but in a greatly reduced size. Bob was enjoying the attention and especially the woman's touch. He decided that if he could, this hair-washing thing would definitely become a regular event. Just as fast as it started, the process was finished. The young woman placed a towel around Bob's wet hair and began to raise the back of the chair. Bob opened his eyes. "Feels good, doesn't it?" The girl said, smiling at Bob. It was obvious she considered him her peer and the treatment was much different that the way women and girls usually reacted with Bob when he was male. "Yeah. It sure did." Bob admitted, returning the smile. He looked down to check if his aroused nipples were visible through his shirt and the silky drape the girl had placed around his neck to cover his clothes. The padded (or 'shaped' as Jane called it) bra cups hid the little 'boob erections' but, if it weren't for that, they would have shown through his shirt for sure. They sure felt like they did, anyway. 'Thank God for the bra,' Bob thought. 'She'd think I was a lesbian. Maybe I am.' The young woman began to run her fingers through Bob's hair again and then began to brush the hair into the desired shape. When she had it the way she wanted, she began to use a scissors sparingly. In only a few short minutes, she began to spray some kind of stuff on Bob's hair. When she had that the way she wanted, she began to comb and then brush the hair to match the style of the picture. Bob studied his reflection in the mirror on the wall. He had long ago accepted the fact that he really didn't and couldn't look male anymore. But, as he sat there, he was again impressed at just how much like a female his appearance had become. With his hair acquiring a feminine appearance, another vestige of Bob's former self was going away. Only some mannerisms and expressions remained of his masculinity. He wondered if those would be gone soon too. His interest moved to the girl working on his hair. She was kind of cute, he considered. As she moved around, Bob watched as her breasts jiggled as she moved her arms. Even now that he had his own; he still found the movement of breasts to be very erotic. Sometimes, when he brushed his teeth before he dressed his own chest, while still much less developed than this girl, moved around in very much same sexy way. Girl's breasts just seemed to have a mind of their own, Bob considered. Bob adjusted himself in the chair. As he did, he became aware of the silky sensation of the satin panties. Another interesting thing about being a woman, he decided. He could understand why women would like wearing clothes like that. Besides looking good, they felt very good too. The girl began to use a hand held blow drier on Bob's hair, moving it in concert with the brush as she used it to fluff some body into his hair. It was beginning to make his hair look longer than he knew it actually was. The effect was much different and better than he thought it would look when they started. In a few moments, the girl unsnapped the drape around Bob's neck and gently brushed the hair from around his neck and from his clothes. She smiled at Bob as she examined her handiwork. "What do you think, Bobbie?" She asked. Bob got up from the chair and looked at his hair, turning to see the back. He definitely looked like a girl now. And his hair looked pretty good, too. "I think I like it." Bob declared honestly. "It looks cute." The girl agreed. "It still needs to grow out some more, but it's not bad, I think." 'It does look 'cute',' Bob thought. 'I guess that's the look I'm working at now, Cute...' He noticed that Jane had returned sometime during the haircut and was sitting in the waiting area, watching him with interest. He smiled at her and she returned his grin. Bob looked at the woman sitting there watching him. Why was she doing all this for him? Was it out of friendship, or was it part of her job? She obviously was expecting to get reimbursed for her expenses, so there must have been some discussion about this, and it was Friday, a workday. Of course the medical staff of the research clinic staffed the place 24 hours, seven days a week, so everyday was a workday for some of them, but this seemed more like something Jane wanted to do. And he was certain that she was not required to allow him to stay at her apartment over the weekend. He was a convicted rapist, and she was a woman. As if he were still able to force himself on someone anymore... He decided to ask her about it when the opportunity came up. The stylist removed the drape and let the chair settle down. "That's about all I can do now." The girl stated, almost apologetically. "Come back in a month or so and I believe I can make it look a bit fuller when it grows back out some more." "It's fine." Bob said. "I like it." "Twenty eight dollars for the wash and the clip." The girl said. "And thanks for stopping by." She handed Bob a small business card with her name and number. "We aren't always busy, but if you want me, the best way is to phone in." She advised. "I'll keep that in mind." Bob told her, placing the card in his pocket with the change, but slipping the girl an extra two dollars as a tip. As he did, he wondered if women did that. If they don't, they should. He decided. Jane was looking on with approval as she watched Bob walk toward her. "Come back in a few weeks and I can make that look a little better, Bobbie." The girl called out to Bob. Jane looked at him and smiled. "Bobbie?" She asked, smiling. "She asked my name." Bob explained. "What else could I say?" "You don't look too bad, Hon." She declared. "You're looking very attractive." "Don't you think it's 'cute'?" Bob asked as a joke. "Everybody else does." Jane smiled sympathetically. "Well, It does look sort of cute at that, Bobbie." She teased. They walked out of Top Cuts. "I went past Penney's and noticed they have handbags on sale." Jane said, barely containing her excitement. "So I guess we go there next then?" Bob asked, with not quite as much enthusiasm. He might look like a woman, but he was still adapting to this 'shopping' thing. They walked briskly down the wide aisles toward Penney's. Bob had become very observant of the women and girls that passed, not like before, but now watching also at what clothes they wore and what kind of hairstyle they had. He didn't notice any girls or women with hair as short as his own, but some were close. As they walked into the Penney's store, Bob noticed that practically everything was on sale. They went to the left, towards the women's departments and passed racks and counters of sweaters, blouses and other clothes. Bob was becoming a little more familiar with the clothes and was starting do some looking on his own, and not just content to follow Jane through the racks. At least, he was starting to feel just slightly less like a complete outsider. The department that sold handbags and purses was next to the lingerie department. Penney's had a large one of those and the displays were full of colorful cottons and satins. Bob knew he would want to look at those things too. Jane was intent on selecting a bag though and didn't seem to notice the underwear section. "I believe something like this would be a good start." She said, holding up a small slightly rectangular imitation leather bag. "Do I really need something like that? Bob asked. "All ladies need a bag, Hon." Jane declared. "You always need someplace to carry the necessities." "What about my pockets?" Bob queried. "First, you usually won't have any, and even if you do, you'll probably they are much too small to use." Jane insisted. "Women usually need to take more things along than guys do, I think." "Why?" Bob wondered. "Think about it, Hon." Jane advised. "You've been a woman long enough by now to know some of the usual reasons." Bob though about what she said. Periods! That was it. As a prison inmate, until now, Bob was never very far from his living quarters, so the need to carry feminine 'supplies' was not something he had to worry about. That would change if he were to live 'back in the world'. Bob now apparently had a woman's body and that meant he inherited all the hygiene concerns of a natural woman. Bob inspected the bag Jane handed him. He never dreamed he'd ever be considering actually owning something like this for his personal use. Jane was right. It was a good thing to actually see what life would be like on the 'other side'. "I guess I'll need one, won't I?" Bob conceded. "If you think this is a good one, I'll take your word." "Do you like it?" Jane asked. Bob looked at her and smiled. "Like it?" He repeated. "Right now, I can't even imagine carrying something like this." "You've adapted to bigger things than this, Hon." Jane said, placing her hand on his shoulder. "That's the truth." Bob agreed. "Should I get a wallet, or what ever it's called, too?" "It might be a good idea." Jane said. "You'll need to have someplace for your ID and carry money, photos and other things." They selected a small, not too feminine looking wallet. Bob thought how different it looked than the smaller, thinner one he carried before prison. "See anything else you like?" Jane asked. "Not here, but I'd like to look at some stuff over there." Bob suggested, pointing to the lingerie section. Jane smiled at him. "Are you sure you're the same person who I had to talk into wearing those 'granny pants'?" She asked, laughing. "Hey, you started all this." Bob objected. "I just kind of like looking at stuff like that." "I'll take the blame, Hon." She conceded. "And if it makes you feel good about yourself, I think it's a good idea. You certainly won't be the first woman who likes pretty things." 'Pretty things hell,' Bob thought to himself as he walked slowly among the racks of bras and panties. 'I may look like a woman now, but I still think this stuff is so SEXY'. Bob thought of what kind of underwear he already had. Besides the industrial-strength and slowly becoming quite tattered sport bras and cotton women's underpants he had been wearing every day for some months, he now had the little nude colored satin seamless shaped, demi-cup bra, with matching panties that he was wearing. These were sort of tight feeling but also were certainly the sexiest thing he ever wore in his life. Once he got used to the whole idea of wearing stuff like this, he was impressed with how he looked wearing it. If he had to be a girl, or woman, he might as well like the way he looked. Besides those items, he also had the new black satin bra and thong panty set. He had no idea what those would feel like to wear. He was very interested in seeing Jane try the identical set on when they returned to her place. Until now, he hadn't thought much about the fact that he would be wearing the exact same thing. Bob's life was quickly becoming very different than it was before. Bob selected another bra from the rack. It was also one of those shaped, demi-cup style, but in a white or sort of off-white color. It had the narrow satin shoulder straps but, unlike the one he was wearing, it had a small plastic clasp between the cups. You put it on and latched it front the front. That seemed like an immensely practical design, Bob thought. He checked the size... 36A. He remembered that was his size at least that was the size of the one he had on. It felt a bit tight, but Jane seemed to think it was the right size. "Think this would work?" He asked Jane. "Work?" She teased. "Just what kind of work were you planning to do with it, Hon?" "You know." Bob said, embarrassment making him blush. "I think it's my size, but I want your opinion." "You're still growing, Hon, but I guess this one would fit you for a while." "Okay then, I want it." He declared. "I suggest you limit your lusty need for sexy underwear to maybe one or two more." Jane suggested. "You'll probably outgrow these pretty quick. You might get a few more pairs of undies though. You don't have to wear those old tattered panties every day any more, if you don't want to. Maybe three or four more pairs of underpants, and perhaps an everyday cotton bra, or two, also." Bob examined all the choices and picked one pair of panties to match the new white satin bra. He also got three pairs of Jockey for Her cotton high-cut briefs. They seemed like a compromise between the little satin panties and the very plain cotton panties he originally started with. These looked feminine enough, but still not dainty. Besides the more baring cut on the sides and the narrow crotch gusset, only the slightly narrower, scalloped edge of the elastic waist made them look much different from his old men's undershorts. Those were Jockey brand too. He chose three. One in white, one in light blue and one in something called heather gray. He passed on the pink ones. There was still a limit to this female stuff. He took the panties and placed them on the building pile of under