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The Research Paper by B. Willow It was my sophomore year and housing was tight around the university. I had been looking for an apartment after a year of staying in an all too expensive dorm. I was looking for something, almost anything that was cheaper. A couple leads I had followed up on were real trash heaps. I was looking for something cheaper but not a garbage dump. I had only three weeks before classes began. I was getting anxious about ever finding anything. After two weeks of looking I found an ad posted on a bulletin board in one of the local businesses. It read: roommate wanted to share a two-bedroom apartment with two others. Shared bathroom, laundry facilities and off- street parking. Reasonable rent. Now that sounded good. I decided to call the number and check out the apartment right after I had finished work for the day. I called but there was no answer. Why not just chance it and go and check it out? And that is just what I did. The apartment was in an older two-story apartment building that looked like it was in good shape. I went into the front entrance and checked the mailboxes and found the box for the apartment. All it said was Anderson and Ritz. I went up to the second floor and rang the doorbell. I was surprised when the door opened and a rather attractive female opened the door. "Is this the right apartment? I found a notice about wanting a roommate." "Brenda, come here. We have someone wanting to look at the apartment. I'm sorry my name is Linda. Come on in." "But aren't you looking for a female roommate?" "No, Brenda and I share the largest of the bedrooms and the other one is available to anyone willing to help with the rent. We have had the posters up for two weeks and you are the first person to respond. We found that the other posters we had put up had been torn down and the one you evidently found had been covered up. We need someone to help with rent before school starts. Do you want to see the apartment?" "Yes." I found out that Brenda and Linda were juniors in psychology and had been roommates since their freshmen year. Brenda was about my height, slim, with blond hair and a very pretty face. Linda was taller than me, with raven black hair and knock out gorgeous. The apartment wasn't bad either. There were two desks in the living room which Brenda and Linda claimed. There was also a couch and recliner and some other miscellaneous chairs. There was a dining area off on the end closest to the kitchen. The kitchen wasn't large but adequate. They then showed me the bathroom. Linda apologized for the nylons hanging over the shower rod. The two roommates filled most of the counter space with their cosmetics. I assured them that I wouldn't need much space so that was no problem. Linda said they couldn't show me their bedroom because it was a mess. I told them I didn't need to see it. They showed me the other bedroom. It had a desk and chair, bookshelves, and overstuffed chair and floor lamp, and a single bed. There were also closets across the entire end of the room. A window looked out on the adjacent building with a screen of trees between. I couldn't have asked for a better room. The laundry room was located adjacent to the kitchen. There was a hamper that Linda and Brenda used but they suggested I might keep my clothes separate. Brenda and Linda took turns washing clothes but thought it might be awkward for me to do the same. I told them that I was very interested and they told me that the rent wouldn't be split equally between the three of us since they had to share a room. The rent was still within my budget so I agreed. Brenda and Linda wanted a trial period to see if we were compatible. I agreed to a week's trial and told them I would still look, just in case, but thought things would work out. Things did work out very well. I enjoyed my room. Linda and Brenda were fantastic. They were very serious students and good cooks. As far as that goes, I'm no slouch in the cooking department myself. We all worked to keep the apartment in good if not immaculate shape. Both of them had boyfriends, who didn't seem to mind my being around. We shared a lot of interests and went out to eat together once in a while or to a movie or the park. I actually think my studies went better in my new apartment. It was the end of the second semester that Linda and Brenda had a research paper to do for psychology. The class was an advanced psychology class dealing with human sexuality. They said that they needed my help and that it would take a few hours for a couple of afternoons. I was told that I would enjoy the research and that it really didn't involve sex. The latter half of the semester was looking at homosexuality, bisexuality, transvestism, and gender dysphoria. I told them I didn't know how I could help with topics like that. They knew that I had a girlfriend and was a pretty normal guy. They said that they knew that and that it was basically just doing some shopping. I rather hesitatingly said that I'd help. "Oh, thank you Jed. It just involves shopping and checking on attitudes of salespeople. Brenda and I came up with the idea and think it will be looking at our subject in a light that hasn't been checked out before. When do you have an afternoon free?" "Thursday afternoon I don't have any classes." "Brenda, will that work for you?" "We can't start until 2:00 I have a biochemistry class until then." "Fine at 2:00 Thursday, I'll drive." In reality I had no idea what I had agreed to. What would we be shopping for and how would shopping have anything to do with their class topic? I was nervous, intrigued, and slightly ill at ease. But, I'd promised and I had confidence in Brenda and Linda's seriousness about their studies. What could there be to worry about! Thursday came and Brenda finally got to the apartment from her class. We piled into Linda's car. "Where are we going?" "To the Windgate Mall. Linda and I figured that the Windgate has a couple of prime locations to try out." "Just what are we shopping for? And, why do you need my help?" "Well you are sort of a prop. The whole idea won't work without your help." Prop, Prop, now I was really wondering what I had gotten myself into! It wouldn't take long and I'd find out. Linda parked and we headed in to the mall. It was the middle of the afternoon so there weren't too many people shopping. Linda led the way and we went directly to the most exclusive women's shop in the mall. "May I help you?" The salesperson was in her mid-fifties impeccably dressed with gray hair with a slight lavender tint. "Well, ah, yes. We are interesting to find some things for our friend here." Linda was pointing to me. "But I'm afraid we don't have a men's department." "Yes, I know. Our friend needs some women's things. We were wondering if you had a dressing room where he could try some things on." "Certainly not! This is a women's store." "But my friend and I will help him pick out the clothes. We won't bother your sales staff." "I told you we only cater to women. What kind of a perverted bunch are you? I must ask you to leave. DO I HAVE TO CALL SECURITY! I WANT YOU OUT OF THIS STORE, NOW! Young lady why are you consorting with this type of male? You should be ashamed of yourself. NOW LEAVE! Linda, Brenda and I left the store rather rapidly you could say. The clerk followed us the door giving us the ugliest glare as we departed. Linda and Brenda each grabbed one of my hands as we left the store and broke into hysterical laughter. "Would you two please tell me what you are doing and what this research project is about?" "Well, our research is to find out the attitude of various stores to a man buying women's clothes for his own use. In other words, we want to find out how stores might react to a transvestite wanting to purchase their wardrobe. We thought that by pretending that we were helping we could gauge the attitude ourselves and we didn't think you would want to go into women's stores all by yourself picking out women's clothes." "I see and don't you think it would have been a bit more considerate to warn me?" "We thought you might be more likely to pull out if you knew what we wanted to do. You will help us, won't you, please?" "Oh, all right, just one more store." "Thanks Jed, Brenda and I will be forever in your debt. Let's go into Exclusively Patricia's, they cater to women more our age." "Now you're inferring that I'm a woman." "Come on, you know what I mean." Luckily Exclusively Patricia's was around the corner from the first store. I had the distinct feeling the clerk from the first store was still standing and glaring at us. This store was much less expensive than the first and it's feeling was definitely less formal. There were two salespersons in the store. The one that approached us was in her late twenties or early thirties. "Can I help you? We have a sale on swimwear today, 20% off." "Actually, we want to pick out some lingerie." "Right this way." "Thank you, I think we will be able to find what we want." "Just let me know if you need help." "Thank you." The clerk left to help another customer that had just come in. Linda and Brenda started looking through some bra and panty sets. Brenda held a pink one up. "Jed how do you like this one? Come on help us pick things out. What is your waist size?" "32, why?" "Well, we want to get the right size you know. After all, these are supposed to be for you. Come on, be a sport, help us pick things out." "If you were picking out lingerie for your girlfriend, which would you pick. Would you pick this set or this set?" "The light blue with the lace I guess." "And, between these two?" "The pink set." "Now that wasn't too hard, was it? We need a dress next." Brenda took me by the arm and headed for the dress racks. "I think you need something light and comfortable. Let's see.......what about this one?" "Fine." I really didn't want to take much time but just wanted to get out of the store. "Let's head for the fitting room and see how it fits." Brenda and Linda led the way to the fitting rooms. The clerk checked our selections and directed Brenda to the back room. "Oh, these aren't for me they are for him." "I see, well why don't you go over to the other single fitting room across the store. There is a little more privacy over there and you won't interfere with the women who want to use these changing rooms." The clerk smiled broadly indicating the other fitting room. "Let me know if he needs any help!" Brenda grabbed me by the hand and nearly pulled me towards the fitting room. Linda was right behind, giggling. "We aren't actually going into the fitting room are we? I mean, this is ridiculous!" "In order to get the true feeling of attitude we need to actually go through all the motions and make the purchases. Now come on Jed, try the dress on and see if it's the correct size. You don't have to put on the bra and panties." I went into the fitting room while Brenda and Linda stood outside. I actually took off my clothes and tried on the dress. Brenda came to the door and whispered. "Does it fit?" "Yes." "Good, put on your clothes and let's make our purchases." I changed back into my clothes and came out of the fitting room carrying the bra and panty sets and dress. Linda led the way as we headed for the checkout. Brenda handed me something. It turned out to be fifty dollars. Brenda and Linda went through and stood at the end of the checkout counter to wait for me. The same clerk that had helped us came to the register. "My but you chose some pretty things. I hope you'll like them. That will be $48.00." I'm sure my face was red as I handed the clerk the money. "Thank you and come again. There will be a sale on nylons and foundation garments next week." The clerk winked at me as she handed me the change. Brenda and Linda had grins from ear to ear as I joined them. As we were leaving the store Brenda commented," You did a great job Jed. I think you'll like your purchases. We all deserve a treat! Let's head over to the food court for something to drink." We went to the food court and Brenda bought sodas for the three of us. I put 'my' purchases on the table. "I hope you two have enough data for your research report." "No, we figure we need at least six stores for an adequate sample. Linda, what do you think, one more store today and three more another day? I think that Jed is pretty shopped out today?" "That sounds good to me. Jed you really have been a good sport. Thanks." "Isn't this costing you a lot, especially since the clothes won't fit you?" "We are each throwing in half and we will be able to count it as an educational expense since it is for the research project. Well, are we ready to tackle one more store?" The next store was Sylvie's, a store that seemed to cater to middle aged women and a bit more upscale than Patricia's. We walked in and started browsing. Brenda went over to the hosiery section. Linda was looking at blouses and I was sort of lost in the middle somewhere. Linda caught Brenda's eye and when I joined them Linda was admiring a blouse that she wanted for herself and wanted Brenda's advice. Linda headed to the fitting room to try the blouse on. Brenda told me to join her and we headed to the hosiery section. She asked me which pair of pantyhose I liked best. One was a dark textured brown and the other wasn't panty hose but thigh high and in a textured black. I told her I liked both. Brenda took both pair and then led the way to racks of skirts. She found two that she thought might fit me and asked which I liked best. I chose the mid-length navy blue skirt. She then went over and picked out a half-slip of the appropriate length. Next, we headed to the fitting rooms. A clerk was waiting there and asked if she might help. "Yes, my friend wants to try on this half-slip and skirt. Is it all right if he uses one of the fitting room booths?" "Your friend wants to try on a skirt!" "Yes, that's right. Is that OK?" "Certainly, whatever booth you want. I assume you want to go in with him." Brenda and I went into the fitting booth and she had me put on the skirt and half-slip. She whispered that the clerk could see what we were doing by looking at the booth and seeing just our feet. So, she had me take down my pants and put on the things. Then she opened the door and told me to look in the mirror across the way. I'm sure my face was a bright red as I stood there looking in the mirror. The clerk was still standing at the entrance of the fitting room. "That skirt looks very nice on you." I went back into the fitting booth and was met by Brenda standing there smiling and having a hard time keeping from laughing. I changed back into my own clothes and left the booth with the skirt and half-slip draped over my arm. Another customer was coming into the fitting booths and gave me the strangest look. "We'll take these," was Brenda's comment as I handed the skirt and slip to the clerk, "and also these." The clerk turned around and smiled and took the nylons and panty hose from Brenda. "You are perhaps not aware that we have a special evening for men only once a month. The store is open to men only after our usual hours the first Thursday of each month. We find that men are some of our best customers. Most of them pretend they are getting something for their wife or girlfriend. Most men don't have the courage to admit the things are for them. You should be congratulated and it is so very nice that you have these beautiful girls to help out. Is this all?" "Yes, thank you." I could hardly believe my ears. I looked at Brenda and she just raised her eyebrows in surprise. We headed to the register and Brenda handed me two twenties. Linda was just ahead of us purchasing a blouse. "I like your skirt Jed and the nylons should go well with your other outfit." "You sound like a man with a very nice wardrobe. Will that be cash or charge?" "Cash." The clerk smiled at me as she handed me 'my' packages. "Do come back and remember our special nights." We left the store and Brenda and Linda led the way talking about how amazed they were at what they were finding out. And there I was with the packages of women's clothes. Brenda and Linda turned around and smiled at me then stopped and each linked arms with me and laughed as we headed for the car. When we got back to the apartment we put the packages in the living room. "What are you going to do with the clothes; they won't fit either of you?" "Well they fit you or we can give them to Good Will or the Salvation Army I suppose." "Thanks again Jed. Your help has been invaluable." I headed to my room. I still had a little studying to do before dinner and it was Linda's turn to cook tonight. Linda called to say dinner was ready about an hour later. When I entered the kitchen I was surprised to hear; DO I HAVE TO CALL SECURITY. I WANT YOU OUT OF THIS STORE, NOW! The sound was coming from a miniature tape recorder on the table. "I didn't know you were taping everything that was said." "Linda and I each have a recorder and tape the response of the clerks. That way we can type out the dialogue and analyze language and voice inflection. It gives us a very good sense of attitudes. I must say we certainly saw a range today. Jed you were great and you are cute when you blush. Are you willing to help us just one more afternoon?" "I'm really wondering about you two. Sure, I'll help you. It was an interesting experience and being in sociology, I'm also learning a few interesting things." "Great, when can we do it again? Tuesday would work for me I do have the lab until 2:00 again. What about you and Linda?" "Tuesday works for me." "Same here!" "OK, Tuesday it is." The difference in attitudes in the stores was the topic of conversation more than one time that week. It was the subject of much laughter and some embarrassment on my part. Linda and Brenda said that the other students were a bit jealous about the fun we were having with our project. My apartment mates were looking at me almost as one of the girls, so to speak. It seemed that the other class members were, for the most part, doing research on the Internet or in the library and not getting nearly as interesting results. They promised that their 'prop' would not be identified so I could relax in that regard. I went home to visit on Saturday and came back and spent Sunday with my girlfriend. Monday was class as usual. And then came Tuesday, the big day. The three of us were back at the apartment at 2:00 sharp. Linda and Brenda were anxious to get going. "Where are we going?" "We thought maybe we would try some shops down town rather than at the mall. How does Sweet Things sound? Linda and I both thought that it would be an interesting shop." "I've never heard of it." "We know you'll like it." 'Sweet Things' was on the edge of the University area, mixed in with some blue-collar neighborhoods, restaurants and nightspots. I really didn't know what to expect. Linda parked. We got out and walked about half a block to a shop with hand painted signage and the most interesting clothes in the window. Linda led the way in. The clerk fit the shop. She had black hair, a black sheer blouse that did nothing to hide her black bra, a short black leather skirt, black net nylons, and black thick-soled boots. She had the reddest lipstick imaginable, pinkish eye shadow and piercings in her ears, nose and eyebrows. This looked like it would be interesting! "Hey guys, can I help you?" "I think we need to look around a little first, thanks." The clothes in this place were really interesting; unusual colors, textures of fabric, and patterns. I think Linda was more on the lookout for something for herself than paying attention to the research. Brenda took me in tow and took us to the blouses. She found a sheer blouse with lots of buttons in a size to fit me and handed it to me to carry. Then she noticed a sale; panties three pair for $6.00. She handed me a bikini, a band-aid would have given more coverage. Then she had me pick out two more pair. "Do you have a fitting room?" "Sure, just through that curtain." Brenda gave me the panties and had me lead the way with her just behind me. She had me take off my shirt and try the blouse on first. "The blouse really looks good on you." "Brenda, do you mind if I do this alone!" "Oh come on, in the apartment we've seen you in your underpants and you've seen us in our bra and panties. So, what's the big deal? Now try on the panties...you don't have to show me how the thong looks. Try on the pale blue colored panties with the lace panel on the front. By the way, I haven't seen you wear your racing car bikini brief before...cute!" "OK, but can you turn around while I put on the panties." I don't know if it was the panties or the presence of Linda but I started getting an erection. As soon as it happened I reached down and tried to cover what was happening. The clerk actually opened the curtain to the changing room. "Do you guys need any help?" Of all the times that a clerk should check to see if we needed help it would have to be at that very moment. "No, I don't think we do." "Those panties look good on you. I sometimes have my boyfriend wear my panties. Most of the time he gets a boner just like you." I could feel my face get hot and I'm sure it was redder than her lipstick. "Say could you get rid of these?" With that Brenda handed my underpants to the clerk. "Brenda, what are you doing? What am I going to wear home?" "Why, those lovely panties of course. I'll leave you to get dressed, meet you at the register." There I was, standing there wearing a pair of women's panties and a blouse! Things were really getting strange. I took off the blouse and put on my shirt then put on my pants over the panties. I gathered things up and left the fitting room and headed to the register. Brenda and Linda were waiting for me talking to the clerk and laughing. "Did you find everything you needed?" "I think so." "The panties are three for $6.00 and you only have two pair." "I'm wearing one pair." "They did look cute on you and I think this blouse is very nice too." She put my purchases in a bag and handed me my change. "I have something to show you." And with that she lifted her skirt just high enough for me to see my racing cars! "They should give my boyfriend and me something interesting to talk about. And, I don't want you to think that I don't appreciate your gift....here is a little something for you. Guess what color they are!" "Black." "You guessed it....have fun." Linda and Brenda were waiting at the door and looking at me with the biggest grins imaginable. We headed out the door and to the car. We had gotten just a little down the street when we heard the clerk yell after us. "Bye, and do come again." "Well I didn't expect that. Jed, did you expect such a reception?" "Brenda, why did you do that?" "You mean giving your boxers to the clerk? I had two reasons; I wanted to see how the clerk would react and I wanted to see how you would react. The clerk surprised me and I was surprised at how flexible you showed yourself to be." "I know that Brenda gave your boxers to the clerk, but are you really wearing the panties?" "Yes, if you must know. Do we really have to go to two more women's shops? You must have enough responses by now?" "Just two more Jed. You have been so patient with us. Jed do you have the miniature tape recorder ready? We may let you be more on your own this time and you'll need to do some of the recording" Linda and Brenda said that I would really love the next place. We pulled up to a small strip mall and parked. Linda led the way about half the length of the mall. The store was called 'Lovelies 'n' Lace'. The windows displayed all sorts of lingerie. This was not my kind of shop, not that any of them had been. We entered to a perfumed world of lace and pink, lavender, and pastel blue. There were gobs of lace and ruffles on everything. It was the epitome of what could be called a woman's store. It was all lingerie, sleepwear, and hosiery. We entered and wandered around looking at the merchandise. Linda and Brenda found several things they wanted for themselves. They each found several items when the clerk came. "Hello, my name is Alice. Do you need any help?" "No, I think we've found what we want but our friend needs to find several items." Linda pointed to me. I could feel myself blushing. "For your girlfriend?" "Actually, things for him, we're just helping him." "I see, for you to wear?" "Yes," I stammered and turned completely red with embarrassment. "Well I've had a few males come in and felt they were buying for themselves but never had a male admit it before. What are you looking for?" "I, ah......" "He needs a garter belt, nylons, a panty girdle, and a sleep set." "Thanks Linda!" "You should be happy to have such helpful friends. Just follow me. Alice will help you find some very nice feminine things." Brenda and Linda continued to look for more things. I could tell they were enjoying my discomfort. Alice led the way to the garter belts and hosiery. "First of all, what color are your panties?" "Pale blue." "Then you are wearing panties! Let's find you a garter belt that will match your panties then." Alice found a pale blue garter belt. She held it up for me to look at and for everyone else in the store to look at! "How do you like this one?" "Fine, fine, do you have to hold it up for everyone to see!" "Sorry! Here let me take your waist measurement so we get the right size." Alice produced a tape measure and put it around my waist. Several other customers were looking on and smiled. "I guessed right, now let's go over to the nylons and find a pair. What color is your blouse?" "Cream." "Well let's get you a pair of off-white nylons. Here these should go beautifully, off white with a little texture. Now for a panty girdle we must emphasize your girlish figure." I didn't need that comment. Alice led the way to the foundations department. "I have something that should be just the thing for you. Mmm.....here we are a girdle with padding for the hips and derri?re. Do you want white, cream, pink, pale blue or black?" "Cream. Can't we just get a plain girdle?" "You're into cream aren't you?" I think you need a little padding for that more feminine look. Now on to the sleepwear!" I had the distinct feeling that Alice was in charge. When we got over to the sleep wear department Linda and Brenda were already there. I was carrying my purchases. "Nice things, you have good taste! Brenda and I were looking before you came and we found this ensemble that would be just perfect for you. What do you think Alice?" "Perfect." Brenda held it up. It was pink with a mass of ruffles and lace, buttoning down the front. It also had matching ruffled panties." "Don't you think?" "Alice, do you have a fitting room we can use? "Yes, there is a single fitting booth back by the hosiery." "Thank you for your help." Brenda and Linda almost herded me to the fitting booth. "Linda, I think it's your turn to check on the fit." I went into the booth and Linda followed behind. "Linda!" "Come on let's try things on. First the garter belt and run the garters under the panty." I took off my pants and shirt and put on the garter belt. I didn't even ask Linda to turn around. I guess I was getting used to Brenda and Linda being there. "Now for the nylons. Sit down and I'll help you get them on." Linda opened the package and rolled the nylon up for me to put my foot in and helped me pull it up and snap the garter. "They look beautiful, and now for the other. You do it this time just as I showed you." I put on the second nylon. Then Linda handed me the girdle and had me put it on. "Nice and now for the sleep ensemble." Linda had me put the ruffled panty over the girdle and held the top for me to put my arms through the sleeves. There was a mirror in the booth. I could hardly believe what I was seeing. "Cute, eh Jed? Now take off the sleep set and girdle and get dressed." "But what about the garter belt and nylons?" "Just leave them on. I have the packages with the barcode for the checkout. We have to make Alice think you are really wearing the clothes to get a true response." I put my clothes back on and left the nylons and garter belt under my panties. Linda handed me some money and she and Brenda led the way to the register. On the way through the checkout Linda placed the packages on the counter. Luckily Alice was checking us out. She picked the packages up and ran them through the scanner then the rest of the clothes that I handed her. "How do the garter belt and nylons fit?" "Fine." "I knew they would. I hope you come and buy here more often. I'll be more than happy to help you. Make certain you look me up when you come back. That will be $63.00." I paid Alice and took the shopping bag. Linda and Brenda were at the door waiting for me. We went to the car and got in. "One more store! Jed, did you remember to turn on the recorder? I bet you will be glad when this is over, won't you Jed?" "Yes I did and definitely!" "You are getting quite a wardrobe." "How do you like wearing panties, a garter belt and nylons?" "Linda told you?" "Yes, and I think it's wonderful what you are willing to do for us." "Linda, where are we going next?" "Well, I thought we would try Wanda's Boutique. It is a little more like the first shop we tried. I wonder if we will find a clerk like the first one we encountered." It was about a ten-minute drive. The shop was in an exclusive shopping area. We parked in their lot and headed into the store. "We thought we'd leave you a bit more on your own this time. Do you have the recorder turned on? We'll pretend were shopping over in the dresses. You just go ahead. Find a nice pair of dress slacks." I wandered over to the slacks and started looking. I really didn't know anything about what size I'd take. I had thought I'd just find the right size and head for the register. A clerk saw me looking and headed my way. She was an older woman and looked much like the clerk in the first store we'd tried last Thursday. I hoped they wouldn't be anything alike. "Young man, can I help you?" "I want a pair of slacks for my girlfriend for her birthday." "What size is she and any idea of what color you'd like for her?" "I'm not sure of the size, but they should be dress slacks and navy blue." "Well can you tell me what size she is? I mean how tall she is and what her waist size is." "She's about five foot seven and I think her waist is about 32 inches." "Then you two must be about the same size." "Yes." I could feel my face turn red and the clerk just smiled. "You know, every once in a while, I get a young man in here looking for women's clothes. They say they are shopping for a girlfriend or their sister, but really they are shopping for themselves. Are these slacks for you or a girlfriend? Now be honest, I don't mind." "They're for me." "I thought so. That helps a bit, let's see what we can find." She looked through the racks until she found two pair of navy-blue slacks. "Which pair would you like? I'm sure either one would fit." "The belted pair." "Fine and could I find you anything else?" I looked over the clerks' shoulder and saw Brenda holding up and pointing at a pair of shoes. She wanted to have me purchase some shoes "Yes, I need a pair of shoes." "Let's just go over to the shoe department. Do you want high heels?" "No." I followed the clerk to the shoe department. There was one other customer who was looking at me rather strangely. "Here we are. You don't want high heels but I assume you want something to go with the dress slacks." "Yes." "Then I'd suggest a pair like this navy pair with a short heel. What do you think?" "Yes fine." "I'll go and find a pair. First we need to see what size you take." She measured my foot and then disappeared into a back room. When she came back she had two shoeboxes. "Let's try this one first. We'll have to take off these athletic socks in order to get a good fit." There was another woman trying on shoes staring at me. Before I could say anything, the clerk took off my athletic sock. "My nylons, you came prepared. We'll just try these on." When she saw that I was wearing nylons she just looked at me and smiled. I felt so embarrassed I could have crawled in a hole. "Just right, they'll look wonderful on you. Shall I box them up or do you want to wear them?" "In the box please." "Can I find you anything else; a blouse, slip, bra, sleepwear?" "No, I think I have everything I need." "If you need any more clothes feel free to come and find me. I'll be more than happy to help you." Brenda came over to me and asked me if I minded paying for the purchases on my credit card. She said that she and Linda came up a little short and would reimburse me for the purchases next week. I went to the checkout and paid for my purchases and met my roommates at the door. "How did things go? Was the clerk nice?" "Much better than the first store on Tuesday. She invited me to come back and shop some more and to look her up for help." "Did she know the clothes were for you?" "She figured it out." "We're done. Let's go over to the Malt Shoppe and celebrate. Jed you are a fantastic shopper and I think we will have a very interesting paper. Things certainly went differently than I had thought they might, especially after the first store on Tuesday." We went to the Malt Shoppe and each had a nice rich chocolate malt. We laughed a lot and talked about all the things that had happened then headed back to the apartment. "Aren't you going to take off your purchases?" "I almost forgot!" Linda and Brenda were laughing their heads off as I headed for my room to change. Once in my room I took my clothes off, then the panties unhooked and took off the nylons, and then the garter belt. I folded them carefully then got dressed and took the things out into the living room and put them into one of the shopping bags. "We have quite a collection of purchases." Linda and Brenda just nodded and smiled. My roommates worked for the next week on their paper. They transcribed the recordings and tabulated and summarized the data regarding the observed body language and attitudes of the clerks. They finally summarized their findings. They gave me the paper to read and criticize. I found the paper very interesting. Evidently the instructor also found it very interesting because Linda and Brenda got an A. They said that the class presentation went well. Students were very attentive and wanted to know who the guy was. They assured me they didn't tell. One evening after dinner we were sitting around talking. Brenda and Linda announced that they had something they wanted to tell me. "We have a confession to make. This paper and the whole shopping thing were inspired by you." "Me!" "Yes, about two months ago Linda noticed that a pair of panties she'd put in the hamper were missing. She had wanted to wash them out by hand to wear. She asked me and I told her I hadn't taken them. We thought it must be you and we thought maybe you were one of those guys who like the smell of women's panties. Well we wanted to be sure before we confronted you. So, we kept track of what we put in the hamper." "I found my panties back but a brassiere missing and later a slip and pair of nylons. Everything was returned, so now we figured that you liked dressing in women's clothes." I felt my face was red and my ears were burning. There was nothing I could say. "Jed, if it weren't for this class we would probably have asked you to leave the apartment. Instead we've come to an understanding of cross- dressing and gained an understanding of you and why you did what you did. When this paper came along we decided to involve you and have you help us check the community attitude, at least among shopkeepers and clerks, regarding transvestism. The results were far more than we hoped for. Your girlfriend called one day while you were out, we mentioned the paper we were working on and the topic. We also told her that you would be helping us. She laughed and told us she thought you'd be perfect and mentioned that she sometimes has you wear her panties for a turn on." "You talked to my girlfriend!" "Yes, and she thought it was great. She has read the paper and told us she doesn't mind your cross dressing as a matter she thinks it is sort of cute." "Linda and I also decided when we started the paper that any clothes that were purchased as part of the paper were yours. It may save on our clothes! So, if you want to dress in your panties, garter belt and nylons around the apartment that's OK. We will let you know if anyone is coming over in the evening. How about modeling your blouse, skirt, those cream-colored textured nylons and new shoes for us? Oh, and we'll expect to see you wearing your new sleepwear tonight." And that is just what I did.