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Hi.

  One of my favourite stories for which I would like to find an
end. Tigger do you hear me?

  A not so thoughtfull person had messed with the wron women. It is
not exact what you think, but it come close.

  As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.

  If you are an author and wish to remain anonymouns or just try to
avoid the replies to your work. I offer you the chance of posting your
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Enjoy the story.

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_The_Adventures_of_Samantha___________________________________________ 5


She put a box on the toilet tank, and hung some flimsy garments on the hook
on the back of the door.  She opened the box, pulling a white pad out of it.
Then, she got a pair of panties from the flimsy things on the hook.  She put
the pad in the crotch of the panties.

Now she turned to Sam, who had finished drying himself.

"You don't want to wear a tampon to bed," she explained.  "I've put a
maxi-pad in these panties.  It will do the same job."

She handed the panties to Sam, who put them on.  The feeling was similar to
when she'd given him the panties with the liner in them, but bulkier.

She got the other garment from the hook, and handed it to him.

"This is your nightie," she said.  "It goes on just like your slips." She
let him put the flimsy thing on.

Sam thought it was a flimsy thing.  First, it was nearly transparent, a
light nylon mesh type thing.  He could clearly see his breasts through it
when he got it on.  He imagined he'd be able to see his crotch pretty well
through it too.  Of course, it didn't have to be too sheer for that.  It was
so short, it didn't even reach to the bottom of his panties.

Susan went back into the bedroom, and beckoned for him to follow.  She
turned the bed down, and indicated that he should get in bed.

He was happy to follow those instructions.

Once he was in bed, Susan pulled the covers up and smoothed them.  Then, she
kissed him on the forehead.

She turned off the lights, and left him alone in the bedroom.  He couldn't
help noticing the click as she had locked the door.
16 Chapter -    Sunday Morning


Sam woke as the sunlight from the window brightened the room.  He woke
confused, the unfamiliar feeling of the sheet fabric on his bare legs
deepening his unfamiliarity.  As he opened his eyes, he recognized that he
was not in his own bedroom.

A moment later, the events of the last few days dawned on him.  He then
realized he was in Susan's spare bedroom.

He looked down at his body, hoping he had been having a nightmare.  The thin
nylon fabric stretched over his ample breasts simply confirmed his fears.
It was real.

He felt an urge to use the bathroom, so got up from the bed and padded into
the bathroom.  He pulled down the panties from the nightgown, noticing the
bulky pad seemed sodden and messy.  The bright red and darker red of the
fresh and dried blood reminded him why he was feeling some degree of
comfort.  Nevertheless, he had to go, and did his business.

Finishing the necessities, Sam remembered to wipe himself, and flushed the
toilet.  He did not really want to pull the panties back up, bringing that
messy pad against his body again, but he didn't see he had much choice.

"Don't get up from the seat yet," he heard Susan's voice shout from her own
room.  She had obviously heard the toilet flush.

A moment later, Susan, dressed in the short robe thing, came to the doorway
of the bathroom.  She offered him a small box of Tampax.

"Go ahead and insert one of these," she said.

When he was done, Susan told him to take the panties off.  She took them,
looking at the crotch.

"Yuk!," she exclaimed.  She pulled the sodden pad from the panties, dropping
it into a plastic envelope on the vanity.  She dumped the panties into the
sink.

She felt the panties she'd washed the night before, and, finding them dry,
handed them to Sam to put on.

"Wash out the panties like I showed you last night.  Then bring the Tampax,
and come into the bedroom," she instructed.

As Sam put on the panties and came into the bedroom, Susan was busy laying
out some clothing on the bed.

"You know how to get dressed now," she said simply.  "Put these on."

Sam put the bra and garter belt on.

Susan stopped him, feeding the garters under the elastic leg holes of the
panties.

"This way," she explained, "you can get your panties down easier when you
have to use the bathroom."

Sam put the slip over his head and allowed it to slither down his body.  He
only had to tug a little bit to get the pockets over the bra.

Susan went to the closet.  She looked over the selection, and apparently
didn't find anything she liked.

"You'll do for now," she said.  "Let's go have some breakfast."

They went into the kitchen, where Susan brought him a glass of juice, some
milk, and some dry cereal.  She also took some pills from a bottle over the
sink, and placed them next to Sam's milk.

"Don't worry," she said with a laugh, seeing the concern on Sam's face.
"These are only vitamins and calcium supplements.  Just take them with your
milk."

Still skeptical, Sam took the pills and began to eat.  He figured the pills
were a better option than the powder she had in her purse.  He was also
hungry.

Susan was sipping coffee when Sam got done eating.  He'd eaten everything
offered.

She mused, "Tom seemed to like you quite a bit last night."

Sam flushed a bright red as he recalled his body held tightly to Tom's on
the dance floor of the night club.  This also brought back a vivid memory of
the whole night, even winning the beauty contest.

"I could see you must have liked him too," she continued.  "Your nipples
were standing out very prominently through your bodice." She was smiling
warmly.

Sam's flush deepened even more, as he imagined his nipples showing through
the thin fabric of the dress.

"Why didn't you pick on Tom for this experiment," he complained.  "What did
I do that he didn't."

Susan got an amused look on her face.

"Think about it, Sam," she began.

"Tom is a nice guy.  He's always around when we want a man.  He's always
polite, and he seems to have a sense of doing the right thing for us."

"Don't think we didn't notice when he took you to the dance floor after the
contest," she smiled.  "He knew you needed someone strong to help pull
yourself together, so he loaned you his strength, not even dancing, really,
until you had recovered your composure.  He just knew what you needed
instinctively."

"He would have done the same for Sharon or me, but he saw you needed it
most."

"Unfortunately," she sighed, "there is only one of him, and he just chose to
help the one who needed him most."

"Do you think you would have been sensitive enough to do something like
that?"

Sam thought.  Well, he didn't think he was insensitive, but he would have
probably tried to get the girl to go home with him in a similar situation.

"Tom is a real nice guy," Susan continued dreamily, "and he's fun to have
around."

Susan changed her mood abruptly saying, "Wash the dishes, dear.  We have a
lot to do in a short time."

Susan left Sam in the kitchen to take care of the dirty dishes.

After splattering himself with the hot water, Sam put on the apron, and
washed the dishes.  He dried them, and put them in their cabinets.  He still
didn't like doing this "women's work."

Susan was in Sam's room when he got done and came in.  She was going through
all the packages from the shopping trip yesterday, efficiently taking things
from the boxes and putting them in drawers, on hangers, or wherever they
seemed to go.

She stopped what she was doing as he entered the room, walking quickly over
to the dressing table.  There, she picked up a spray bottle, and brought it
over to Sam.  She sprayed between his breasts, and behind his ears, with the
flowery smelling cologne.  Then, she went back to the bags.

She was almost done, when she got to a white box.  She took a white blouse,
full of ruffles, from it, and shook it out.  It did not look wrinkled, the
soft material not seeming to have creased while confined in the box.

"Put this one on, Sam," she instructed.  "It buttons up the back."

Sam struggled to get the blouse on as Susan continued unpacking and storing
things.

Sam finally got the blouse on, and the buttons in the right holes, when
Susan handed him a powder blue skirt.  He pulled that over his head,
buttoning it in the back.

"You're getting the hang of this now," Susan commented, as she saw him
getting dressed.

Sam looked at himself in the mirror.  The blouse had a high neckline, and
plenty of ruffles all over the front of it.  It was a thin material, and he
could plainly see the outline of the bra and slip straps showing through it.
It's white color complimented the powder blue of the skirt nicely.  The
skirt was longer than he'd been allowed to wear before, coming all the way
down to an inch above his knees.  He thought he looked pretty good.

"Sit by the dresser and put these on," Susan instructed, handing him a pair
of sheer stockings.

Sam even remembered to roll the hosiery down as he put them on his legs.  He
slid them up his legs, but got totally lost when trying to figure out how to
fasten them to the garters.

Susan laughed, and showed him how the little clasps worked.  She did one,
then had him do the rest, showing him where to attach them.

Susan handed him a pair of navy blue pumps to put on, while she got a
matching handbag from the bags from the mall.  She took the paper wadding
out of the bag, and dumped the stuff from Sam's little bag, the one that
matched last night's dress, into it.  A lipstick and ID card didn't take
long to transfer.

Susan took four tampons from the box, and dumped them unceremoniously into
the blue bag as well.  Then, she slipped a compact, which she peeled from
it's cardboard backing, into the purse.

Sam just sat watching her work, fascinated by the procedure, but
apprehensive all the same.

"Just sit still for a few minutes," Susan counselled, as she picked up a
hair brush and began to lightly brush Sam's hair.

Sam was watching her work in the mirror.  When he could take his eyes off
the way her bust was expanding and contracting as she was brushing, he
notice his hair springing back into the style it had been in when they'd
left the beauty shop yesterday.

"You have to learn how to do this sometime," Susan said, uncapping the tube
of lipstick she took from the blue purse.

"Hold the tube like this," she demonstrated, "and make sure you get the
color all over your lips.  Don't get outside the lip line though."

Sam though this was the ultimate in embarrassment, ranking right above
having to dance so closely with the man last night, putting on lipstick.
Still, he leaned forward and began putting the greasy stuff on his lips,
noticing the hypodermic still sitting in plain sight on the dressing table.

Susan took a look at him, and took a tissue from the table, wiping the few
spots where he'd strayed outside the lip line.

"You did that very well for the first time," she complimented.

Susan recapped the lipstick, dropping it back into the bag.  She pulled out
the compact, and dabbed Sam's face quickly with the puff inside.  Then, she
took another plastic box from it's cardboard back, swirling the brush from
it in the red powder in the box.  She put this on is cheeks with short, deft
strokes.

"I don't think we need to worry about the eyes," she said, inspecting the
results.

She handed Sam a jacket that matched his skirt.

"Go on into the living room and wait while I change," she instructed.

Sam went into the living room, and sat on the sofa.  Unconsciously, he
crossed his knees.  Susan had gone into her own room.

Sam looked longingly at the door.  He thought about just walking out, but
realized he could not go anywhere looking like this.  He just sighed
resignedly and waited.

Susan emerged from the bedroom a few minutes later.  She was wearing a
pretty, blue floral dress.  Her full skirt fell to just below her knees, and
the ruffles on the bodice gave her bust a soft look.  Sam was impressed with
her looks.

"Put the jacket on, Sam," she said, all business, "we're almost ready to
go."

The jacket went on easily, Sam thought.  Just like his sports coats, only
shorter.  He left it unbuttoned, as he was used to doing with his own
clothes.

Susan came over and buttoned the three buttons on the coat, which closed the
jacket up to right under his bust line.  Then, she reached to the blouse,
adjusting some of the ruffles so they spilled out of the top.

"Get your purse and come on," she said.

Sam picked up the purse with the short strap.  "Where are we going," he
questioned.

"Where do you think we'd be going on a Sunday morning," she countered.
"We're going to Church, of course."

As they walked down the hall to the elevator, Sam noticed that the skirt
felt tight with each step he took.  He learned to take smaller steps so it
would not bind so tightly on his legs.

As they crossed the lobby of the apartment building, Jane joined them from
the other elevator.  She too was dressed in a floral print dress, but hers
was pink, with matching accessories.

"You look lovely, Sam," she greeted him.

Sam didn't reply.

"Where are your manners, Samantha," Susan reproved.  "Thank Jane for the
compliment."

"Thank you, Jane," Sam replied sullenly.  "You look great too."

"Why, thank you, dear," Jane replied.

They all went to Susan's car.  It was a little bigger than Jane's, and had
four doors.  Sam got in the back, as usual.

"Sam, dear," Jane commented.  "When you get in or out of a car, keep your
legs together, and slide in and out.  Otherwise, you'll be giving everyone a
big show." She was smiling.

"Why can't I wear pants, they're much easier," Sam blurted.

"Oh, no, Samantha," Jane smiled.  "You aren't ready for pants yet.  You
don't even know how to handle yourself in a skirt.  Maybe, someday."

Sam sat back dejected.  He was halfway aware that all the clothing purchases
for him was dresses and skirts.  He also knew that there was more to this
being a girl than he'd ever dreamed.

Susan had managed to find a parking space near the church by now.  It was
not that far from the apartment building.

Sam tried to remember to keep his legs together as he tried to get out of
the car.  It was much harder than it looked.  He managed somehow to get out
though.

They went into the church, and were seated together in a pew.  Sam was self
conscious with all the people around him.  He still was not used to being
seen like this in public.

As the service proceeded, everyone stood once in a while, and began singing.
Sam simply stood, until Susan whispered harsh instructions for him to join
in the singing.

The service was wearing down, when the offering plates came around.  As the
plates came closer to him, Sam panicked.  He had no money at all in his
purse.

The collection plates were now on their pew, when Susan palmed a dollar
bill, placing it in his hand.  His sense of relief in not being obvious by
ignoring the plate was almost erotic.  He put the bill into the plate as it
passed by.

The service ended, and the girls go up to leave.  They went through the
vestibule, where the minister was standing, shaking hands with all the
congregation, and saying a few words to each of them.  They got in line.

"I haven't seen you here before," the minister was saying as Sam stood
before him.

The minister took Sam's hands in his own, asking, "What is your name."

"Sam," he said.

"Well, Sam," the minister continued, "I hope your enjoyed our service, and
that we'll see you again in the near future."

Jane chimed in, "I think you can be sure of that."

The minister let Sam's hands drop, and turned to the next in line as the
three girls went off in the direction of Susan's car.

They got about halfway to the apartment, when Susan turned into the parking
lot of a supermarket.  The other two looked at her.

"Tom's coming over later for a cookout," she reminded them, "and we need to
get some things."

Sam continued to sit in the back seat as the others got out of the car.  He
was not interested in shopping for food.  That is "women's work."

"Come along, Samantha," Jane said, taking his arm from the door she had
opened.

Sam reluctantly followed the two girls into the supermarket.

"Get a basket and come along," Susan said to him as they entered the store.

They walked up and down every aisle in the store, Sam pushing the basket
quite aware of the sound of his heels clicking on the hard floor.  Susan and
Jane picked items off the shelves, dumping them into the basket every once
in a while.

Completing their circuit of the store, Susan directed Sam to push the cart
to a line at the check out registers.  As he was standing in line, Susan
next to him, he became aware of the men's eyes taking in his figure.  He
began to redden.

Sam put the purchases on the belt at the register when they finally got to
be next, feeling his skirt rising each time he bent over to get another
item.  He was embarrassed by it, recalling how much he'd enjoyed seeing
women in the same position only a few days ago.

Susan paid the cashier, and began walking out to the car.  Sam reached for
the basket, when a bagger grabbed the handle and said he'd take care of it.
He followed the three to Susan's car and put the purchases in the trunk.
Sam was sure he had been kept quite busy watching his hips sway as they
walked through the parking lot.

Susan thanked the man, and got into the car.  The others followed, and they
drove back to the apartment.

In the parking lot, Sam noticed that his car was nowhere in sight.  It
bothered him, but he had so much else to think about, that it slipped his
mind for the moment.

The girls went up to Susan's apartment, and began unloading the bags.
17 Chapter -    The Cookout


As they were unloading the goodies, the phone rang.  Susan answered.

"Hello," she began.

"Oh, hi!  It's great to hear you."

"Sure.  We just got in from church, give us a half hour and come right on
over."

"We'll be by the pool."

"See you in a bit," she finished cheerfully, hanging up the phone.

"That was Tom," she explained to the others.  "He'll be over shortly."

"Oh, then I must go get changed," Jane said, leaving the apartment.

"We need to change too," Susan said to Sam.

"Go on into your room and take off your clothes," Susan directed.  "I'll
change and be with you in a minute."

It was more than a minute before she appeared in the bedroom, but Sam was
still struggling to get out of his clothes.  At last he got down to his bra
and panties.

"The bra and panties too, Sam," Susan chided.

As Sam self consciously removed his underwear, Susan went over to the
dresser, pulling out two small pieces of fabric.  As she turned, she noticed
the string hanging down from Sam's groin.

"Oh," she said, "I almost forgot.  Why don't you change your tampon while we
have a few minutes."

Sam went into the bathroom and changed the tampon.  It was easier this time.
He was getting used to doing it.  He returned to the bedroom to find the
bikini Susan had gotten from the dresser laid out on the bed.

"Just go ahead and put it on," she said.

Sam put the bottom on.  It was styled just like the panties he'd been
wearing, exposing his whole butt.  At least the white fabric was a little
more opaque than the panties, he thought, reaching for the bra.

The bra was a tangle of straps.  Sam was at a loss to know which of the
white straps went where.  Susan helped him get into the garment.

When he finally got the thing on, he found a thin strap running around his
neck from a small fabric piece covering one nipple to one covering the
other.  They were joined at the bottom by another small strap, which circled
the waist.  Most of his breasts were exposed, the fabric only covering a
small area around the nipples.

"I can't wear this outside," Sam complained.  "It doesn't cover anything."

"Sure you can," replied Susan replied airily.  "Or, I can just give you a
little needle."

Sam was defeated again.

"Here," she continued, "just slip these on your feet, and we'll be ready to
go."

Sam took the white shoes from her.  They were basically shoe soles, with a
two inch heel on the back, and a thin strap to go over the front part of the
foot.  Sam was about to object to them, when he noticed that Susan's feet
were in a similar pair of shoes, though the heels were at least an inch
lower.  Dejected, he slipped the shoes on.

Sam compared the way he had been dressed to what Susan was wearing.  He
bikini was a pink thing with blue flowers printed on it.  Her bra covered
most of her lower breasts, leaving a good part of the uppers exposed, though
not so much as Sam's breasts had been in the dress last night.  The straps
were thicker too.  Her panties were wider, covering a portion of her hips.
A good portion of her butt was exposed, but not completely like his own.  He
wondered why he couldn't wear something more like her suit, but he'd already
been threatened by the needle enough today.

Susan picked up a tote bag and a couple of towels as they walked out of the
apartment.

Tom had not arrived when they got downstairs to the open pool.  Jane was
already there, dressed very similarly to Susan, though her color was a light
blue.

"Now, you won't want to go in the water," Susan said, turning to him.  "We
don't want to ruin your hairdo."

Jane giggled, and they all went over to the chaise lounges at the edge of
the pool.  Susan took some suntan lotion from her tote bag, and rubbed it
all over Sam's exposed skin.  She then did herself.  Jane did likewise from
her own tote bag.

They laid on the lounges, waiting for Tom to arrive.

"Hi, girls," they heard the bright voice as Tom arrived.

Tom came over and kissed each of them in greeting as they sat up on the
lounges.  Sam felt the flick of his tongue when Tom planted the big kiss on
him.

"You are all looking simply marvelous today," he continued.

Sam felt self conscious again, as Tom's glance inspected each of them in
turn.  It seemed to Sam that his eyes lingered longer on him, but, of
course, he was showing more skin to be inspected.

"I want to thank you for coming to Samantha's rescue last night," Susan was
saying, as they began the light chit chat, mostly reliving the events at the
bar the previous evening.

"It was my pleasure," Tom replied, taking another eyeful of Sam's body.

The light banter kept up for a while, Sam being forced to contribute with
direct questions from time to time.  Everyone but Sam seemed to be enjoying
it.

"I think I'd better go up and get the goodies," Susan finally said.

"I'll help you, Susan," Jane volunteered.

"Tom," Susan said, "take good care of Samantha until we get back."

Tom's whole face brightened in pleasure as he turned to take another good
look at Sam.

"Have no fear," he said.  "She's in good hands with me."

Fine for them to have no fear, Sam was thinking.  They were leaving him
alone with this guy, whose eyes were all over his body.  Sam felt he might
as well not be wearing anything at all.  Tom's gaze was surely stripping him
in his mind.

Tom moved his chair closer to Sam's, and reached over to take his hand
lightly.

"Oh, shoot," Sam thought.  "What have these women got me into now."

Tom began the small talk.  He wanted to know where Sam had come from, how
long he had been in town, and if he was going to stay long.

Sam was flustered.  He didn't have answers for Tom.  Heck, he didn't have
answers for himself.  He managed to avoid the direct questioning, and Tom
seemed to accept this reluctantly.

Without warning, Tom reached over, placing his arm around Sam's head, and
planted a big kiss on his lips.

Shocked by this sudden turn of events, Sam stiffened for a moment, then
bowed to the inevitable.  He managed to relax, and actually found himself
enjoying Tom's attentions.  Sam definitely felt the tongue this time.

As Tom released Sam and lay back on his own lounger, Susan and Jane came
back, bearing a basket of food.  They must have been watching from the
doorway, Sam thought, to time their entrance so perfectly.

Tom got up, taking the basket from Susan, and went over to the charcoal
grill nearby.  He started the fire up, and began looking through the basket.
Susan and Jane had gone over with him, and they beckoned for Sam to join
them.

As Sam came over, Susan said, "I'm sure Sam would be glad to help you, Tom."

Tom beamed.  He knew Susan was doing a little low level matchmaking, but
wasn't minding it at all.

Sam was less pleased.  Though spoken cheerfully, the look Susan had given
him left now doubt that this was merely a suggestion.

Susan and Jane went back to the chairs, where they were talking and giggling
to themselves.

Sam followed Tom's directions, as he brought out the food, and began
grilling the burgers.  As they were working together, there was a lot of
physical contact between them.  Sam was sure that there was more than
absolutely necessary, but he didn't have much choice in the matter.
Besides, he was enjoying it a little.

Tom and Sam brought the cooked food over to the others.  They all chatted
gaily, while consuming the greasy food.  Sam was probably more pleased than
the others, since this was about the first really acceptable food he'd had
since Thursday night.

Sam and Tom picked up the paper plates when they all got finished eating,
and took them to the grill.  Tom put them on the grill, where they burst
into flame.  Then, both of them went over to join the other two.  There had
been a bit more contact during this process, with Tom even holding Sam
around the waist for a moment.

As they joined the others, the sky suddenly darkened, and rain began to
fall.

"Darn," Jane began.  "We would get rain to spoil a lovely afternoon."

"Yes," Susan agreed.  "It is a shame."

Susan paused, then continued.  "Why don't we all come up to my place, and
continue the party."

Tom and Jane were immediately agreeable.  Sam, not agreeable, nodded his
assent after a cold look from both of the girls.

"Sam," Susan said as they entered the apartment, "get a beer for Tom from
the refrigerator, and make a pot of coffee for the rest of us, please."

Even though Susan was smiling, Sam knew her words carried the force of an
order.  He went into the kitchen to comply, thinking things about being
turned into a waitress.

Sam made coffee in Susan's Mr.  Coffee machine, then went to the
refrigerator for a beer.  He'd like to have one himself, but Susan's words
had excluded the realization of that.  Sighing, he went over to the cabinet,
getting a glass for Tom's beer.

With the beer and glass, he came back into the living room.  Susan and Jane
were seated on a couple of the chairs.  Tom was seated on the sofa.  Sam
nearly stumbled as he realized that he would be expected to sit right next
to Tom.  He put the beer and glass on the coffee table in front of Tom,
placing them on lace doilies Susan had placed there.

Seeing a pouring motion by Jane out of the corner of his eye, he picked up
the glass, and poured some of the beer into it.  Then, he placed the glass
down and turned back to the kitchen.  Luckily, the coffee wasn't done, so he
could avoid the sofa for a few more minutes.

The coffee decanter was full when he got back to the kitchen.  So, he went
to the cabinet, and got three cups and saucers down.  He put them on the
counter, and filled the cups about three quarters full.  He dug around in
the silver drawer, finding three spoons, which he placed one on each saucer.
Searching the cabinets some more, he found the sugar in a big jar, and some
Sugar Twin packets next to it.  It would be impossible to take the big jar
with him, so he picked up a few packets of the substitute with a sigh.

Sam saw a serving tray on the counter, and placed the items on it.  He took
the tray into the living room, serving Jane, then Susan.  Both girls thanked
him.  He was about to take the other cup off the tray, when Susan suggested
he could just leave it on the coffee table, and join the crowd.  Resigned,
Sam made his way to sit down beside Tom on the sofa.

As Sam sat, he unconsciously reached behind him, as if to smooth his skirt.
He felt silly when he encountered bare buttocks, and recalled he was only
wearing the bikini.  He just sat, and automatically crossed his legs at the
knees.

Jane and Susan were nodding their approval as Sam sat.  They could see he
was learning a few things about womanhood already.

Susan and Jane fielded most of Tom's questions about Sam's past.  They made
up a pretty believable story.  Sam smiled every so often at Tom, though
mostly after noticing a glare from one of the other women.

They sat and chatted for about an hour, Tom's hand finding Sam's bare knee
for a few moments once.  Then, Tom stood and said he had some things to do
at home, and had to leave.

Sam was relieved, though the others showed some disappointment at this
announcement.  Sam's relief was short-lived as Tom kissed and hugged each of
them, thanking them for the nice afternoon.  His kiss lingered longest on
Sam's lips.

"OK," Susan said.  "Clean up the dirty things, Sam."

Sam picked up the cups and glasses, taking them to the kitchen.  He washed
them, and put them away.

As he returned to the living room, Jane was saying, "Sam is adapting well."

Susan agreed.  Sam didn't, but he was not being asked.

"The others will be over shortly," Susan announced.  "Let's get changed
before they get here."

"OK," Jane replied, leaving to go over to her place.
18 Chapter -    The Sunday Night Sorority Meeting


Susan took Sam into the bedroom, and had him take off the bathing suit.  She
let him go to the bathroom when he told her he needed to make the trip.

"You might as well change your tampon while you are there," she shouted
after him.

When Sam finished and returned to the bedroom, different clothes were lying
on the bed, and Susan had gone to her room.

She heard him finish through the walls, and hollered, "Just put on the
things on the bed, dear."

Sam sighed, and started dressing.

He slipped on the same panties he'd worn that morning.  He didn't see a bra
or the garter belt, so he picked up the dress, and slipped into it.

This dress had a halter top, and he managed to get his head through the
strap before letting the dress slide down his body.  He had to adjust the
front so that his breasts went into the looser area of the halter in the
front.  As he zipped up the back, he realized that the zipper only came to
about his waist.  His whole back was bare, and the plunge of the halter was
just above the waist in front.  The skirt was barely longer than the
nightgown, but it did cover the panties.  He sighed, recognizing that he was
going to be showing a lot of skin again.

Susan came into the bedroom dressed in a loose blouse and jeans.  She had
flats on.  Sam was a little envious, but didn't want to say anything.

Susan reached into the dresser and pulled out a couple of little nylon
things.  As Sam took them, he realized that they looked like the feet of the
stockings he'd been wearing.  Only they just slipped on to his toes,
catching at the heels.  They barely covered the soles of his feet.

"Those are Peds," Susan explained, "so you can be comfortable in your shoes
without wearing long hose."

She handed him a pair of white pumps, matching the dress color.  Sam slipped
them on, and they went into the living room.

Susan turned on the television.  She flipped through the channels, ending up
on the PBS station.  The show was a ballet.

Sam knew nothing about ballet, or much about any dancing for that matter.
It was just a bunch of naked women and some fairies in tights jumping around
a stage as far as he was concerned.  The one on the television did not look
promising.  He held his tongue, though, thinking uncomplimentary thoughts as
he watched.

The doorbell rang a few minutes later, and Jane came in.  She was dressed
much the same as Susan.  Sam envied her the jeans too.

Jane noticed the scowl on Sam's face.

"What's the matter, Sam," she asked.  "Don't you like opera?"

Sam replied quickly, "No."

"What would you rather watch then, dear," Susan inquired.

"Football," he responded immediately.  He knew that Sunday afternoon was
filled with games during the season.

Both women laughed hard at his reply.

"You'll have to get over that," Jane said, still laughing.

The other girls in the group began coming in over the next few minutes.
They all greeted each other by name, and had Sam stand up so they could see
how he looked.  They were effusive in their compliments to him.  He felt
stupid.

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