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TV FOR A WEEK By Jerry Bart As my wife, Sylvia, slid tiny black panties up my shaven legs, and nestled them firmly on my hips, our neighbor, Clarisse, gave a final tease to my dark hair and stepped back. "Oh Jerry," Clarisse laughed, "you're too beautiful for words! What a lark this is going to be!" "Yes Jerry Dear," Sylvia chuckled. "Just look!" She turned me toward the full-length bedroom mirror. It was quite a sight -- or rather I was. The depilatory and skin creams the girls had lavished on my body had given my skin a smooth, silky feel. Totally hairless, my chest, arms and legs had an alluring, soft- ivory tone, set off by the black panties and my dark hair, which Clarisse had set with a permanent wave into bouffant curls. A shiver ran through me as I looked at the effeminate man in the mirror. His eyebrows were plucked into a sultry arch over mascaraed eyes with long 'ark lashes. Cheeks and nose had been artfully rouged and powdered and the mouth was drawn into a full, sensuous red pout. I saw the reflections of the two women -- Sylvia, short, voluptuous and red-headed, and Clarisse, much taller but with a full firm figure and jet-black tresses -- and I realized how much I looked like one of them already! My flat chest and the masculine bulge in my panties seemed to be the only things that set me apart. Despite the thick carpets and heavy drapes of the master bedroom, I felt chilly in the tiny undies. And the obvious amusement of the two women was hardly reassuring. "Clarisse, this scheme is starting to seem awfully complicated," I ventured. "Nonsense, Jerry," she snapped. "It's as simple as any plan could be, considering the rewards." "Yes," I said. "The formula for that new chemical from your husband's company will mean a fortune for my firm." Clarisse smiled. "Yes. And the total humiliation of that worm in front of all the Friends & Lovers Society will be worth much more to me." I should explain to you, reader, that the Friends & Lovers Society is a pretty wild crowd, despite the proper-sounding name. In fact, it's one of those swap clubs you may have read about, where the very rich hold some rather exotic and very exclusive orgies every week or so. None of these parties has cost less than five thousand dollars and each of the forty member-couples throw at least one a year. Refreshments are lavish and the entertainment can get pretty far out. Sylvia and I guessed that things must have gotten awfully wild at last week's party and we were sorry we'd missed it. "Clarisse," Sylvia asked, "whatever did John do to you to get you so mad?" "Never Mind." Clarisse seemed to seethe with pent-up sadism. "But believe me, it was bad enough for me to plan an exquisite revenge." I was still dubious, however. "I can understand you stealing the new pills from the lab," I was referring to the new formula that Clarisse had told me about, pill that would enlarge a person's bust and a separate pill to make them shrink back to normal again. "But why do I have to take them?" "So that you can pass yourself off as a female when we go to the City to get a costume for John." Clarisse explained. "I've found a boutique there that sells some very kinky fetish garments. You're about John's size and when I've got you looking properly feminine, you're going to help me pick one out -- just for my dear husband John Morgan!" "But if I've grown breasts by that time, How will clothes that fit me ever fit him?" I was really a little leery about Clarisse's plans to alter my figure. "And are you sure I can get my own figure back when I want it? I'm not crazy about going around with a woman's chest for the rest of my life!" "That's the genius of my scheme," Clarisse said. "The breasts grow to full size only six hours after you take the pill and they disappear completely an hour after you take the antidote. John's lab has perfected it, so you need have no worry on that score." Her eyes took on a dreamy look. "The orgy's at our place this week. I can slip john the pill, which contains a strong sedative, shave his body, set his hair and make- up his face while he's sleeping it off. That's where you come in, Jerry." She turned to me. "With your help, I'm going to get John the kinkiest, most humiliatingly feminine costume money can buy. If it'll fit you in that condition, it'll fit John when I get through with him. Can you imagine his shock when he wakes up In the middle of the party in such a state? With me making him do tricks for the crowd?" She chuckled softly. I shivered again. I always knew Clarisse was a strong-willed woman, but I'd never guessed how strong. I made a mental note never to cross her. Her husband John Morgan, however, was another matter. To put it simply, he's been trying to get me for years. Oh, not me personally, just the Pharmaceutical Company that's been In my family for generations. We're a small company, but we own some very valuable patents and these allow me to live in luxury without doing any work at all. John has a controlling interest in a much larger firm and he's tried every means fair and foul to get my company into his conglomerate. I could sell out to John at any time for a considerable fortune, but there's something about him I just don't like. The way he goes after Sylvia at parties, for instance, with a "Me-Master: You-Slave" approach that naturally appeals to a woman's submissive nature. And I once thought he encouraged Clarisse to try the same approach with Sylvia when he found that he couldn't get to me through Sylvia by himself. Not that I mind Sylvia going a little bi now and then - there's plenty of that in the Society - but I'd draw the line at seeing her turned into some kind of Dyke-Slave. So you can see how the chance to help humiliate John, hurt his company and enrich my own seemed like an irresistible temptation. "Here's the Bust-Enlarger Pill, Jerry," Clarisse held it in her palm, "Just take it and lie down." "Take it, Darling," Sylvia offered a glass of water. "And when you wake up we can start our plan." Before I could chicken out, I seized the pill, popped it into my mouth and washed it down. "Delicious!" I smiled, my eyes suddenly growing heavy. "A wun ner wonderful pull - p- pill!" I was growing dizzy. As darkness crowded around me, I felt strong hands guide me to the bed. My slumber was deep. Heavy. I can recall a vague tingle in my chest. Then Black. *** "Wake up, Girlie, you've slept long enough!" It was Sylvia's Voice, Gently coaxing me into consciousness. "That's right, Busty," Clarisse's dominant tone now, forcing me awake. "We've got plenty to do and it's 3:PM.already. Climb out and take a look at the new you." Stiffly, still somewhat dizzy, I sat up. Sylvia put a cup of warm coffee laced with brandy to my lips and I took it in my hands. As I sipped the stimulant, I felt something unusual rubbing my elbows. Wide awake, I looked down. I HAD BREASTS! A firm, well-shaped bosom jutted out from my chest. Two pert little nipples seemed to wink up at me. Sylvia grabbed the cup in the nick of time as I nearly dropped it in surprise. Slowly I reached down and gently touched them. A tingle raced through me. No doubt about it, these boobs were real and they were mine! The girls drew me to my feet and over to the mirror. My lips formed a red "0!" at the sight. Where before I had seen a very effeminate-looking man, I now saw a ravishing woman, her pale skin set off by dark hair and panties, her breasts jiggling sexily and her round ass (Had my bottom always been so round?) swishing sensuously in the scant undies. A slight bulge from my male equipment in the front of the panties was the only hint of my true gender. I suddenly felt keenly the eyes of the two women on me. Self-consciously, I crossed my arms over my chest. "May-- may I get some clothes on, please?" I asked softly. "Such modesty!" Clarisse laughed. "Honestly, Jerry," Sylvia chuckled with amusement, "It's just us girls here. And we've all been pretty close in our day. But you are probably feeling chilly Dear. Shall we get her some clothes, Clari?" "Well, I think it would be just shameful to cover those nice jugs, but if you really want something, we can oblige." Clarisse's eyes sparkled mischievously as she produced a black lacy bra and a pair of smoky colored pantyhose. With Sylvia's assistance, I hurried into them. I never thought that I, a man, would ever be so anxious to get into women's clothing, but I felt a profound sense of relief as I felt myself decently covered. The girls then put me into a dark slip and a comfortable black jersey dress that came down to just above my knees. A pair of black medium- height heels and matching onyx necklace and large clip-on earrings completed the ensemble. I walked coquettishly up and down for the girls and worked on a femmish voice. I was getting quite comfortable in my role, but Clarisse seemed dissatisfied. She studied me as we all walked downstairs to the living room. "Hmmm," she mused, "Something's just not right. I thought you were fine at first, but there's a certain way a woman has. A kind of modest sexiness. Maybe it'll come with work." "You two keep at it then," Sylvia said. I'll start dinner for us." And keep at it we did. For over an hour, Clarisse had me mince up and down the room, sit, stand, turn, curtsey and speak in a carefully modulated voice. Still she was dissatisfied but couldn't say why. Finally Sylvia called us to dinner. I maintained a careful ladylike demeanor all through the delicious meal as the girls studied me and made small corrections. The most difficult adjustment for me to make was getting used to maneuvering my fork around my brand new bosom. It seemed so strange to look down at my plate past this unaccustomed sight. With the meal over, Clarisse prepared to leave. "I've got to keep the Worm happy and unsuspecting." she said. "Keep practicing tonight and we'll start again first thing in the morning. Maybe I can figure out what's wrong." As she drove off, I turned to Sylvia. "At last!" I sighed, pulling off my earrings and resuming my natural voice. "I can't wait to get into some of my own clothes and relax!" "Do you really think you should, Jerry?" Sylvia ventured doubtfully. "I mean, Dear, Clari did say to keep practicing and you really do have a long way to go...." "I heard what Clari said and she can shove it!" I said firmly. I kicked off the heels and unfastened the necklace. As I did so, my breasts thrust themselves against the dress but I tried to ignore them. "I'm going to shower and put on some masculine clothes again so go ahead and clean up the dinner mess and fix me a drink." "Yes Dear." Sylvia said meekly and went to obey. For myself, I gathered up cotton T-shirt and briefs, casual trousers and my old slippers and went into the bathroom. As a concession to Clarisse, I borrowed one of Sylvia's shower caps to protect my hair-do. I stepped into the shower, trying to ignore my unfamiliar reflection in the mirror and concentrate on feeling masculine -- no easy trick for a man with breasts! I felt the soap cling to my nipples and ooze my cleavage and I suppressed an uneasy tingle. After I got out of the shower and began rubbing myself down with a big fluffy towel, my gaze was drawn to the mirror. To my dismay, I seemed not a bit less feminine than before. The hair-do, the smooth skin and the shapely bust were still there. Even my make-up seemed scarcely moved by the water. I decided I'd have to borrow some of Sylvia's cold cream to remove it. Meanwhile, my cock looked strangely out of place between my creamy thighs. CRASH!! My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door flying open and slamming against the wall! Instinctively, I grasped the towel up to cover my nudity! Clarisse stood in the doorway, her stance commanding, her eyes flashing dangerously. "Just WHAT do you think you're doing?" She snapped. I tried to find my voice. "I -- uh - I..." The cooler air from the bedroom chilled me. "I was just changing." I said. "So I see!" Clarisse snatched up my clothing and shook it in my face. "How dare you try such a thing!" "Clari, these are my clothes!" I tried to speak firmly, suddenly embarrassed by the fact that, without thinking, I had pulled the towel up in front of me, to cover my breasts and genitals instead of wrapping it around my waist as a man would. "A man can only work just so long and I'm going to relax like a man should!" Her lip curled. "Coming from a shape like yours that's rich!" She put her hands on her hips and looked me up and down with a sarcastic leer. I wished desperately that I was wearing the clothes that she still clenched in her fist as I cowered behind my towel. "I told you to keep practicing and you are damn well going to do it if I have to supervise you all week!" She went on. "This escapade means a lot to me and I'm not going to let you screw it up by lack of practice!" "But Clari," I protested, "Do you mean I'll have to play transvestite for a whole week?" "If that's what it takes; Yes!" The situation seemed to be getting out of hand and I tried to muster some firmness. "Listen, Clari," I said, trying to stand tall and hide my towel at the same time. "Your revenge is all well and good, but I've done enough today already. More than enough. and I'm drawing the line. I absolutely refuse to dress like a woman 'round the clock all week. That's my decision and it's final! If you don't like it then find another partner." "Final, is it?" She smiled triumphantly. "Are you sure you want me to look elsewhere and leave you looking so -- well-endowed?" "Clari, you wouldn't!" I gasped. "Wouldn't I? I need a man of John's build that I can feminize to set this trap. You're perfect for the part. But I swear if you try to back out or disobey me, you won't even see the pill that reduces your bust until John's corporation puts it on the market. You'll be stuck the way you are unless you get some painful and embarrassing surgery." She looked at my bosom meaningfully as I realized the spot she had me in. "That's your choice. Either take orders from me for a week or go around built like a Playboy Bunny for months!" *** Seated in front of Sylvia's vanity, working with tissues and cold cream, I began to wonder just what kind of a spot I'd gotten myself into. Clarisse was obviously planning on supervising me around the clock. Moreover, Sylvia seemed to be totally under Clarisse's influence, assisting her in every way she could. I wondered how Clarisse had happened to catch me changing clothes. Had Sylvia alerted her? The girls came into the bedroom then, chatting and giggling, arm in arm, interrupting my conjecture. "Jerry, you silly goose," Sylvia chided, "Don't you know you should remove your dress before you start taking off make-up? I'll bet you've got cold cream all over it. Now take it off at once I" I obeyed as the girls rummaged through Sylvia's closet. I was afraid to remove anything else without Clarisse's permission, so I stood waiting in half-slip, panties, pantyhose and heels. The cut of the dress had precluded the use of a bra, and I clasped my dress up to my shapely new bosom modestly. The silky fabric caressed my nipples and I felt embarrassing stirrings there and in my loins. "There. That'll be perfect." Clarisse finally said. She turned to me, noting my state of partial undress. "I see you're starting to get the idea about doing just what I tell you -uh- Jerry. Now take off those things and put these on." I stripped, Flushing with embarrassment, and eagerly got into the satin panties that Clarisse held out. "Now cross your arms over your breasts. That's good. Okay, Sylvia; go ahead." Sylvia obediently draped one of her robes over my shoulders. If was a midnight-blue in heavy satin, long, but so narrow the sides barely met in front of me. Then, to my surprise, buttoned it closed from the neck down to my ankles! "Sylvia!" I protested, "My arms aren't in the sleeves yet! And this thing is so tight I can barely move inside it!" "It is rather confining, isn't it?" Clari matter-of-factly fastened the belt around my waist, knotting it securely. She then tied the sleeves into bows at my shoulders. I was trapped! I couldn't move my arms more than a few inches inside of the robe. I couldn't get my hands below the tight belt or out through the sleeves. The stout buttons resisted my attempts to break free of this satin cocoon. I wriggled wildly, the only result being to slide the smooth fabric across my taut nipples. "Clari!" I squealed. "I can't move in this thing! Why are you doing this to me?" "So you won't give us any trouble when we do this." Clarisse firmly escorted me back to the vanity table. In my silken sheath, I could only take the tiniest steps and the girls almost pushed me into a sitting position on the vanity bench. Sylvia started rolling my hair up into curlers. "Must keep this hair-do properly feminine, Dear," she said. Clarisse began smearing some thick cream over my face. "Same goes for your feminine complexion, Dearie." As the girls worked, they kept up the taunting. "You know, we really must get a new name for our new girl-friend, Sylvia." "Well," Sylvia considered, "I guess we could call her 'Jeri' -- you know; with an 'i. " "I don't know, I read a book once about a girl named Justine and I always wished I could have a girl friend just like her. How does that name sound?" "Justine ... Yes! I like it." Sylvia tugged on the curler that she had just secured, turning my face to hers. "What do you think Dear? Shall we call you Justine?" "Of course we will!" Clarisse interrupted. "I can tell that she just loves her new name. Why, I'll bet in a week's time she'll want to be a 'Justine' forever!" "Well, of course she'd have a start doing the women's work around here" Sylvia mused. "Naturally!" Clarisse snapped. "Not to mention attending you in the bath, helping you dress, and waiting on you hand and foot." "While she's all feminized like that?" Sylvia giggled. "Ooo, Clari you're making me feel like some kind of dominant lezzie!" "And what's wrong with that?" Clarisse wiped the remaining cream from her hands and gently patted Sylvia on the cheek. "Well, Justine has had a long day and she'll have a longer one tomorrow, so let's get her into bed." You may wonder why I was silent through all this, but I had my reasons. I figured that once Sylvia and I were alone in bed, I could get her to remove my confining outfit and go a little easier on me. Who knows? Maybe she'd even help me overpower Clarisse and get the Bust-Reducer pill.... The girls helped me to my feet and I got a quick view of myself in the mirror, boobs and ass wiggling inside the tight robe, face and hair laughably covered in cold cream and bound up in curlers. Then, to my surprise, they escorted me out of the bedroom! "Sylvia, where are we going?" I was still using the high-pitched voice that Clarisse insisted upon. "Why to the guest room, Justine. With Jerry out of town, Clarisse has offered to bunk with me." "But-but I though I'd be sleeping -- that is - can't I share your bed just as well?" Clarisse laughed. "My! Isn't our new girl friend brazen? Here she's only been around a few hours and already she's trying to proposition you, Sylvia!" She turned to me "But sexy as you are, Honey, I'm afraid it would make Jerry and me just too, too jealous. Now I know you'll just love this guest room." Sylvia opened the door and she and Clarisse helped me into the guest room. It was luxuriously furnished, but that bed looked awfully lonely. Sylvia pulled down the blankets and Clarisse laid me down. Then, another surprise, they fastened me to the bed by snapping strong safety pins through my robe and into the mattress. There must have been more than twenty of the things, literally pinning me to the bed! Once I was secured, the girls pulled the blankets back up over me and fluffed pillows under my head. "Goodnight, Justine" Sylvia leaned over and planted a quick kiss on my lips. "Yeah, Justine," Clarisse gave my left breast a soft caress. "Pleasant dreams." And, arm in arm, the two women strolled out. *** Sunshine, Morning. And two gentle pairs of hands deftly undoing the buttons and belt of my robe. I awoke; opened my eyes to see Clarisse and Sylvia, their bodies lushly displayed in tiny black bikinis, undoing my fastenings. "Wake up, Sleepy-head." Sylvia smiled. "Rise and shine, Justine." Clarisse ordered. "You have ten minutes to use the bathroom. Then we come in and get started on you." I got up, leaving the robe pinned to the bed. As I moved quickly to the door, Clarisse added, "Just leave those panties here, Dearie. We'll get you something after your shower." I tugged down the panties, somewhat embarrassed for I had a huge erection, then scampered to the bathroom, breasts bouncing. The girls rejoined me minutes later and hustled me into the shower. Instead of soap, they plied my body with various creams and lotions, rinsing me with the hand-held sprayer attachment. Naturally, all this attention from two luscious bikini-clad beauties brought my cock back to throbbing attention. "Don't you feel silly, Justine?" Clarisse remarked. "A shapely girl like you with a hard-on, of all things!" "I-I can't help it, Clari." I admitted meekly. The girls rinsed me off in the warm spray. "Poor dear," Sylvia studied my cock a moment then licked her lips. "Would you like me to take care of it for you, Honey?" "Oh yes, Syl!" I said eagerly. "That is, if it's all right with Clari." "Sure" Clarisse said through the splashing water. "We're through showering you anyway, and a stiff cock would only get in the way today." She stepped out of the shower. "Okay, Justine," Sylvia instructed me. "Stand in the corner there. That's right. Face the shower spray. Doesn't that warm water feel nice on your boobs and tummy? Now close your eyes, dear. Keep them shut now." I Heard Sylvia moving around. With eyes closed, I waited for the feel of her mouth on my cock. I wondered if she was undressing. Suddenly a blast of icy-cold water rained at me! After the pleasant warm stream, the change was shocking! Sheets of freezing cold were pounding against my balls, my chest. "Ooo!" I shrieked, opening my eyes. Sylvia was standing at the other end of the tub, using the sprayer attachment like a pistol, keeping a jet of frigid spray on me as I tried to squirm and scamper away. "What is this?" I squealed. "What are you doing?" Sylvia turned off the water, laughing, and stepped out of the tub. "Just what I promised, Justine Darling." She smiled. "Guess I really took care of your problem!" She tossed me a towel and I saw she was right. The sudden, shocking cold had shriveled my cock and balls to about half their normal size. The girls giggled at my embarrassment as I toweled off. While I applied make-up, clad in a light, hip-length chiffon robe, and a pair of pale green panties, the girls dressed for the day. I noticed that they both dressed rather smartly in pant-suits, as though they were going for the day. When they were fully dressed, the girls checked my make-up and made minor adjustments. "Make the lips fuller, Justine." Clarisse handled the lipstick deftly. "Like this. Especially the lower lip; it gives you a cute pout. And not quite so much rouge, Dear. Well, come on, let's go downstairs and get some breakfast." "Certainly, Clarisse," I said. "What shall I wear?" "Oh, what you've got on is just fine. Let's go." "But Clari!" I protested. "This robe is so short! And the belt is gone! I can't even keep it closed!" "You can hold it closed." Clarisse said firmly. "Put on those silk slippers if you're afraid of catching cold. Now come on; I'm hungry." Knowing better than to disobey, I put on the delicate footwear, a tiny pair of soft white dress slippers, backless, covered sole heel and toe in white satin, and hurried after the girls. In the kitchen, Sylvia kept her word about having me perform all the women's work. I fixed us tea, toast and eggs, a simple job, but it wasn't easy to do that and try to keep my robe closed at the same time. The way the light fabric caressed my breasts was positively indecent, not to mention the fact that my panty-clad bottom stuck out below the hem of the robe and trying to walk in those tiny, backless, slippery slippers only added to my troubles! Somehow, I got breakfast served and eaten and the dishes put away in the dishwasher. Then, Clarisse led us to my study. "Justine," She said, "I'm very pleased with you this morning. You're starting to develop a wonderfully feminine style. But now I'm going to test you rather severely." She paused to let her words sink in. "Sylvia and I have some errands to run." She went on. "You're clearly not ready to go out in public yet, so we can't take you with us. Therefore, I'm going to see just how well you can follow orders." She stepped to the doorway leading out of the study and called Sylvia over to her. "You are to stay here in this room until we return. You can practice walking, talking or whatever you'd like, but you are not to leave the room for any reason. If you do this properly, I'll give you some kind of reward, but if you disobey me even slightly, I guarantee you'll pay dearly. Do you understand, Justine?" "Yes, Clari. Er -- how long do you think you'll be gone?" "A few hours. Maybe longer. There's a telephone in here, so we can call if we're going to be later." "But how will you know I've stayed in here all that time?" "Simple. I'm locking you in. I noticed that this door locks with a key from both sides. Well, Ta-ta. And don't get bored, Darling!" Before I could voice any objection, I was alone and Clarisse was locking the door from the outside. I wondered at her strange manner; first she'd practically dared me to leave the room, then she'd locked the door! Did she think I was going to slip out a window with my new body? Dressed like this? I shivered in my scanty clothing. For about half an hour, I heard the girls moving around the house. Then, I peeked out the window and saw our convertible, top down, moving down the long driveway to the street. I also saw some men outside, by the roadway, trimming tree limbs away from the power lines, but they were too far away to see me unless I stood in a window and I had no intention of doing that. So what was there to do? I looked at the telephone for a moment, but I didn't really feel like calling anyone in my present state; besides, Clarisse or Sylvia or John Morgan might have told someone that I was out of town. I decided to read a magazine, but I found that someone had taken all my regular magazines and replaced them with GLAMOUR, MADEMOISELLE., and COSMOPOLITAN. More of Clarisse's work. I even tried pacing the floor, but I kept seeing my reflection in a mirror at one end of the room. The sight of this busty young girl in the short robe, panties and slippers was distracting. And it was even more unsettling to be that cute chick! Then I realized why I was so restless; I had to take a leak! The idea stunned me for a moment; there was no bathroom in here. I couldn't pee on the carpet; what would the girls think? I couldn't even go in the waste-basket--it was a woven wicker type. What to do? I picked up a magazine to take my mind off it. Curled up in an armchair with my smooth-shaven legs under me to keep them warm. How long had they been gone? I forced myself to read articles on make-up and hair styles. When would they be back? I glanced at the window to see if I could see their car. The window! Now I had the answer to my problem! I could piss out the window onto the ground! As I moved to that wall, however, I remembered the tree-trimmers in the distance. I stood to one side of the window and considered the situation. Now then. The window was about four feet tall and would slide up and down easily. The screens had been removed a week ago, but it was too early yet for storm windows, so that was no problem. The heavy shrubbery that surrounds our house grew up to about a foot above the sill, so no one would actually see me taking a leak. However, standing in front of the window like that would make me very visible from the waist up and I didn't want any of the workmen to take an interest in me. If one of them should see me and come over..... Then it hit me. I could slip out the window! Yes! That should work fine. The bottom of the window was only about five feet from the ground, so I could get out and in easily. And the shrubbery grew tall and thick enough that I'd be able to do it unseen between the bushes and the house. The idea seemed safe enough and I was getting anxious. I'd do it. Standing to one side of the window, I pulled back the automatic catch and slid the window easily upward with one hand. I watched the workmen, about fifty yards away, for a few minutes, then, when everything seemed right, I sat down on the window sill and rolled over outside, into the bushes. Immediately, I was sorry. As I slid down into the narrow space between the bushes and the house, the hem of my robe caught on a thorn, pulling it up. I landed unsteadily on my feet with the flimsy thing caught overhead, tugging my arms up. I twisted for a moment, then decided it could wait. First things first. I slipped my arms free of the sleeves and shrugged It off. I could get it later, I thought. I turned my back to the gusty wind and took care of business. SWISH! SNAP! There was an ominous sound overhead. I turned and looked up. The window, so easily raised, had slid shut and the automatic lock snapped! I was Locked OUT?