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          THE SECOND DAY
Chapter 7 of the story of Joe Bates
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        The sun was just making itself known as Joe woke up. The first thing
he noticed was the snowy glow coming from the TV on the other side of the
room. He also realized that Linda was with him. She was still asleep, her
arm laying across his chest. He looked at her. She was lovely, he thought.
The dim light made her look almost angelic as she lay there, breathing
softly. He thought of last night, and the things they did.

        He felt his body. He somehow hoped that he would find he had changed
back to normal, but the now familiar softness told him that he was entering
the second day of his new body. And, he was doing it in bed with his girl
friend.

        Joe reached for the remote control laying on the stand at the other
side of the bed. Moving as softly as he could, he reached over Linda to get
the device, and switched off the TV. His movements woke her. She mumbled
something, and reached out for him. He took her hand, and started stroking
her arm. She closed her eyes as he rubbed her back. She was so soft,
he thought, and so beautiful. The way she made him feel last night, and
the way she taught him to please her, still seemed like a dream. He didn't
feel self conscious around her at all. He began to wonder about himself. Was he
destined to be a lesbian? No, he figured, he didn't think, or act, like a
woman. But, last night, he did experience better sex than he could ever
remember. He really hadn't missed his penis.

        Joe rubbed his crotch. The excitement last night left his pubic hair
matted and stiff with dried juices. He roughed it up with his hand, until
it became soft again. He was getting accustomed to his new shape, but it still
felt strange when he touched himself there. He wondered what the doctors could
do to give him a working male organ. He had to be able to be changed back.
This body was an interesting experience, but nothing more.

        He looked at Linda. She had not fully awake, but had rolled over to
face him. She was naked also, and breathing moved her breasts very
provocatively. Joe could feel himself becoming aroused again. You horny
dude, he told himself. You can't let up one minute. He thought about it. It
was true, it seemed he was much more easily aroused now, and had far quicker
recovery, than even when he was a teenager. He wondered, do women all feel
like this? If they do, how do they keep their composure the way they seem
to. Linda was always great in bed, but never before did she take the
initiative like she did last night. Did his new body turn her on? Was he less
intimidating now? Or, was she just more uninhibited, now that the risk of
pregnancy was nil.

        The thought of Linda getting pregnant made him consider something
else. He loved Linda, and he was sure she loved him too, but he realized that
no matter what happened, if he stayed as is, or submitted to doctors and
surgery, or whatever, he would probably never be able to give her a child.
He stared at the ceiling. Hell, I just realized, he said to himself. I'm
sterile. Then, he reconsidered. Maybe I'm NOT sterile. That was even a bigger
problem. Until this minute, he had never really even considered that HE might
become pregnant. Was it possible? He certainly looked female, and everything
SEEMED to work. Of course, he thought, relieved, he couldn't get knocked up
without having sex with a guy, and he could never do that. He mulled it over.
No matter who he considered, he couldn't picture himself having sex with them.
No, pregnancy would not be a problem. Oh God, he prayed, please, just give me
my normal body...

        Joe lay there thinking, and looking at Linda, when he had the urge
to pee. It seems I have to go so often now, he thought. I must have a
smaller bladder too, I guess. He pressed on his abdomen, trying to feel for
differences between his male organs and whatever he had now. His stomach was
a little flatter than before, and a little softer, but, he couldn't tell any
difference, otherwise. I wonder if I've got female internal organs, he
considered. His testicles were gone. Maybe he had ovaries. He remembered from
biology that ovaries were connected to a pear shaped organ, the uterus. Do I
have a uterus? he wondered. It was at the top of the vagina, he remembered.
He had personally explored a few vaginas, and some, he knew, had something
inside, which felt sort of like the head of a penis. That, he knew, was the
opening to the uterus. He considered probing his vagina to check for a uterus.
Although he had already examined his new parts somewhat with his fingers, it
was a little uncomfortable to do, and he hadn't gone in very deeply.
He now realized how difficult it was for women just to see their genitalia,
much less examine them. Till now, he hadn't actually seen his own vagina
except while standing at a mirror. He couldn't see much that way, and what was
visible, was partially hidden by his pubic hair. He needed a hand mirror, but
he didn't have one.

        He got out of bed as quietly as he could. He tip-toed to the bathroom,
and closed the door without latching it. He went to the toilet, raised the
lid and sat down. Soon, he felt relief. He was getting familiar with this
difference too. No real problem, as long as you're not dressed, he thought.
He finished, and returned to the bedroom.

        Linda was awake, and watched him walk back to the bed. She smiled at
him. He laid down next to her. She moved over to him, and kissed him on the
lips.

        "I heard you in the bathroom." she said. "It must be difficult for
you, to be like this."

        "I guess I'm getting used to it, a little." Joe replied, "But being a
guy definitely has some advantages, especially in the bathroom." he grinned.

        "You don't miss what you never have." Linda said. She hopped out of
bed and scurried to the bathroom. Without shutting the door, she went sat down
and relieved herself too. It was the first time Joe had seen her do that. She
quickly finished, and returned to the bedroom. She didn't get back in bed, but
stood at the end, looking at Joe.

        "What are your plans today?" she asked.

        "I'm expecting Jay to call, or I'll call him soon." he said. "He said
he has a friend at the police who can help me prove my identification."

        "What will he do?" Linda asked.

        "I'm not sure, but I think he will want to take my fingerprints." Joe
said. "I think I'd have a problem if I had an auto accident, or something
like that right now.

        "Do we have to stay here at your apartment?" Linda asked.

        "I don't see any reason to." Joe said. "Why, what do you want to do?"

        "I would like to go over to my house." Linda said. "I have a few
things to do there, and if you like, we can swim, or lay at the pool a bit."

        "Ok" Joe said, "I'll get my swim trunks"

        "Trunks?" "You gonna wear your trunks?" Linda laughed.
"Well, no one but me will see you, so you can, if you want. She winked.

        Joe grinned, and said, "Ok, Ok, so I forgot. I'll get a girls
swimsuit."

        "You don't really need to, Joe." Linda said, seriously. "That blue
leotard would be ok, and I probably have a suit that would fit you." "I'm
sure a two piece would."

        "I don't know, Linda." Joe said, "Wearing one of your suits might
make me feel strange."

        "Whatever you want." Linda said.

        "We can try it." Joe said. "I'll call Jay in a little while, and then
we can do whatever we want."

        Joe got out of bed. He walked into the bathroom.

        "I'm gonna take a shower." he called, noticing all the underwear
hanging from the shower door. A little embarrassed, he removed the dainty
things, and took them into the bedroom, and put them on the bed. He walked
back to the bathroom, and started the water flowing.

        He adjusted the water temperature, and got in the shower. He stood
under the streaming water, holding his hands over his sensitive breasts.
He soaped quickly, and rinsed. The warm water felt good, but he didn't want
to linger. He finished quickly, turned off the water, and got out of the
shower. Taking a towel from the cabinet, he dried off, and walked into the
bedroom, where Linda was sitting on the bed, looking at his clothes.

        "You played racquetball with Jay yesterday." Linda questioned. "Why did
you wear clothes like this?" She held up his blue leotard.

        "What do you mean?" Joe asked. "What should I wear?" "My regular
gym shorts and T-shirt wouldn't fit me, and I don't think I need my jock
strap in my present condition."

        "And what did Jay think of you, in this sexy outfit?" Linda asked
jealously.

        "I guess he was surprised that I looked like this." Joe replied. "He
saw me earlier, at the restaurant wearing a skirt, but I don't think he got
the full effect of what has happened to me, until he saw me wearing this.

        "Why did you wear it?" Linda asked. "Were you trying to excite him?

        "Excite him?" "Excite him?" Joe was getting confused, and irritated.
"Hell, I was trying to be as inconspicuous as I could be, considering I woke
up that morning with a body of another sex." "I wasn't trying to 'excite'
him, it never really occurred to me that I might be able to." "I went to the
store to get some gym clothes, and this is what the lady recommended." "I
guess I should have worn a coveralls or something." "Damn it Linda, give me a
break, will you?"

        "I'm sorry Joe." Linda said. "I guess I'm just a little jealous, and
of Jay, no less." "Considering how you er..look now, I'm trying to sort out
how I should feel about that."

        "How you should feel?" Joe asked. "How should I feel, for that
matter?" "I know I look different, like a woman, but I don't want to be
treated like one, not by people who know me." "At least not yet."

        Joe went on. "I know our relationship might have to change, but I
don't want it to, unless it has to." "I still think of you as my girl, but I
realize it may be difficult for you to think of me as your guy, especially
when you can share swimsuits with me, and all." "But I won't look like this
forever." "I won't, so don't worry." " I'll be your man again." "It will just
take me some time to sort this out."

        "Joe, I'm sorry I jumped on you." Linda said. "I know you're doing
your best." "We'll both have to be understanding, if we're going to get
through this."

        "Lets get dressed, and I'll call Jay." Joe said. He looked at the
underwear on the bed. He sorted his from Linda's, then put it in his
underwear drawer with the other things he bought yesterday, as well as his
mens underwear.

        He selected pastel blue panties, and a beige bra like the kind he
knew Linda wore. He tossed them on the bed beside Linda. She was dressing
too, and the bra she was wearing was like his.

        "Is this stuff OK with you?" Joe said, joking.

        "Yea Joe, It's fine." Linda said, smiling. "I'm sorry."

        Joe took his underpants and slipped them on easily. He was now
familiar with the way they fit his hips, and the new sleekness of his crotch.
He picked up the bra, and sorted the tangle of straps. When it was arranged,
he stuck his arms in the appropriate places and fitted the cups around his
breasts. As he was hooking the plastic clasp, he noticed Linda was watching.
He looked at her, grinned, and shrugged his shoulders.

        "Hey, I'm doing my best." he said. "This is only the fourth time I've
ever put one of these things on."

        "It's not that, Joe." Linda said, smiling. "I guess I was comparing
your boobs with mine." "Yours are so firm, and you don't even want them."

        "If I could give them to you, I would." Joe replied. "I know they
look OK." "I still have a male brain you know, but it just ain't the same
when they're mine." He grinned, stuck his chest out, and shook it
suggestively.

        Linda wore the clothes she came with, but Joe didn't know what he
should  wear. He didn't want to wear a dress, and the only thing that he could
think of was the jumpsuit, or maybe try some of his mens clothes that might
be made to work.

        "What do you think I should wear?" he asked Linda. "I don't have
anything but this jumpsuit, and some dresses,  or, maybe I can try some of my
bluejeans, but they're way too big for me now."

        "Wear the jumpsuit." Linda said. "I'll help you find something later."

        Joe got the jumpsuit, and stepped into it. It was his favorite thing
to wear now, it didn't emphasize his new shape, but it did look attractive.
He zipped up the front, and smoothed out the sides. Covering up his new body
helped him forget his problems, just a little bit.

        As Linda finished dressing, Joe lay on the unmade bed, and picked up
phone. He punched the autodialer for Jay's house. He waited while it rang,
for about a minute. He then hung up, and selected the number for Jay's office.
Jay himself answered, almost immediately.

        "Good morning Jay, Joe here." Joe said. "Have you found anything?"

        "Hi Joe, Yea I've got some news." Joe responded. "I just got off the
phone with a friend of mine, his name's Dan McGuire." "He works in the
coroners office, at the hospital." " He is familiar with proving
identification, usually on unknown murder victims, but he said he could work
on living persons too, as a favor to me."

        "The coroners office?" Joe said. "I hope he don't want to hang a tag
on my toe." Joe laughed.

        "No problem there Joe, but you can go over there anytime you want,
even today, between nine and five." Jay said.

        "Ok, Joe said, I'll run over right now." He glanced at the bedside
clock. It said ten minutes after ten.

        "Let me know what happens." Jay responded. "And what did Linda say
when you told her?"

        "Linda is understanding." Joe said, watching Linda as she buttoned
her blouse. "She's gonna help me with the things you can't." "She's with me
now." he continued.

        "Well, that's great Joe, I'm glad you are getting by." Jay said.
"Be sure you call me with what ever Dan finds."

        "Thanks Jay, I'll let you know as soon as I find anything out." Joe
said. "See you later."

        "Later Joe." Jay hung up.

        Joe looked at Linda. "I need to go to the coroners office for a little
while." he said.

        "The coroner?" "What can he do?" Linda asked.

        "It's not the coroner, but one of Jays friends, who can help me prove
my identity." Joe said. "I don't actually know what I will have to do, but I
can't prove that I'm me, with this body." He grinned, and then frowned.

        "I'll be a witness for you, if that'll help." Linda volunteered.

        "I'll see what problems I'll have soon." Joe replied. "Let's
get going."

        "I'm ready." Linda said, picking up her purse.

        Joe felt his pockets. He had money, identification, charge cards, and
his keys, in the pockets of his jumpsuit. He took the small handbag anyway,
but felt silly carrying it. He took it because he thought it would look more
appropriate if he did. Linda watched him, and almost started belly laughing.

        "Joe, no matter what sex your body is, you look like a guy trying to
look like a woman." she said. "Try to be more calm, and slow down a little."

        "Right." Joe said. "If you think this is easy, try dressing like a guy
today." "I'll be YOU'RE girl friend."

        "No deal." Linda said. "I couldn't act, or look like a man, even if I
had something happen to me like whatever happened to you."

        "You might be amazed what you do when you don't have a choice."
Joe replied.

        They left the Joe's apartment, and walked to his RX-7. Joe unlocked
the door on his side, got in, and unlocked the door for Linda. She got in, and
they belted in, and Joe started the engine.

        "I never realized how these seat belts could pinch a boob until now."
Joe said, as he arranged his shoulder belt.

        They drove directly to the hospital. Joe was impatient to find out
what Jay's friend would want him to do. As they drove into the lot  and parked,
Linda walked behind him as he walked onto the main entrance. They looked at
board in the entrance to find the coroners office. It said room 23, the
basement. They went to the elevator, and selected the down button. When they
reached room 23, Joe walked in. Nobody was in the office, but there was a
door in the back. Joe walked through the office, and stuck his head through
the open door. He saw a guy sitting at a desk, filling out forms.

        "Hi, I'm Joe Bates." he said. "Would you be Mr. McGuire?"

        "Good morning, Joe, Jay told me you would probably be stopping by
today." the man said. "Please call me Dan."

        Linda peeked through the door. Joe and Dan both looked at her.

        "This is my girl..eh my friend..Linda Mitchell." Joe said. "Linda,
this is Dan McGuire, Jay's friend."

        "Glad to meet you too, Linda." Dan said. "Jay told me a little about
you Joe, but I must have misunderstood." "I thought he said you were a man.

        "Dan, until yesterday morning, I WAS a man." Joe said, a little
irritation showing. "Linda is my fiance." "I don't yet understand what has
happened, but when I woke up yesterday morning, I seem to have undergone some
kind of change." I..I eh.. I seem to have become female." "Near as I can tell,
I've turned into a girl."

        "You were a man?" Dan asked incredulously. "Have you been taking
hormones?" "How extensive are the changes?" "Do you..eh..er..do you have male
genitalia?"

        "No, I wasn't, and No, I don't, not anymore."Joe answered. "I was
about five eleven, but I must be about five seven or eight, now." he zipped
the jumpsuit down a little, so that Dan could see his bra covered breasts.
"And it seems I've got these now, too." "I think I've got a real problem."

        "Amazing." said Dan. "I have never seen anything like this."

        "Can you help me?" "Can you prove that I'm still the same person?"
Joe was almost pleading with him.

        "Joe, if you're body is the same, I can prove it." Dan said, as a
matter of fact. "Jay said you were in the Air Force?"

        "Yea, I was in for more than eight years." Joe said. " I have a Secret
security clearance too."

        "Well then, well just take your prints, and a blood sample, and that
should be enough to do it, as long as you still have the same body." "I
never heard of anybody changing bodies, but then I never heard of your
situation either." Dan said, shaking his head.

        Dan got out a small ink roller and a card with little squares on it.
He rolled some ink  on a little pad.

        "Please come over here, Joe." He said.

        Joe went to him, and he held out his small hand. Dan took it, and
held back all but one of his fingers, and in turn rolled each on the ink, and
then rolled each finger on the card, in the appropriate square. When he was
done he gave Joe a tube of hand cleaner, and a roll of paper towels.

        "Next we go up to the examining room, I can't draw  blood here."
Dan said.

        Joe cleaned off his fingers, and they all went up the elevator. They
followed Dan into a regular examining room. Dan asked Joe to take a seat.
He walked out of the room, and returned in a minute, with a nurse. He quickly
introduced her, and from a cabinet she took a syringe and a small test tube.

        "Please roll up that sleeve, Miss." the nurse said.

        Joe pulled the sleeve up. He was amazed how easy it was, now that he
had such small muscles in his upper arm. The nurse wrapped a length of
surgical tubing around his arm, above his elbow, and started feeling for a
vein. She quickly found one, and deftly stuck the needle in. The syringe
filled with his blood quickly. She pulled the needle out, and gave Joe a small
cotton ball to hold over the wound. Dan gave her a form, already filled out,
and the nurse left the room with the tube of Joe's blood.

        "There, that's done." Dan said. "I should have the results by monday
at noon." "I'll send for you're military records, and I should have them
about the same time." "Call me monday afternoon." "Better yet, give me your
number, and I'll call you as soon as I have some news."

        Joe was holding his arm crooked, with the cotton ball soaking up the
small amount of blood which oozed out. He shook Dan's hand.

        "Thanks a lot, Dan." "I don't know what I would do without help from
people like you.

        "Well, don't worry, Joe." Dan replied. "What ever your problem is,
I'm sure we can help you out."

        "I hope you're right." Joe said, less sure about it.

        "Nice meeting you too, Linda." Dan went on. "Help this guy through
this, will you?"

        "I will." Linda said. "He's doing pretty good so far."

        "He certainly is." Dan said, lightly hitting Joe on his shoulder.

        Joe and Linda walked out of the office, and went back up the elevator.
As they went through the hospital lobby, they saw a woman who was checking in.
She was obviously very pregnant. Joe looked at the woman, and then looked at
Linda. She saw him staring at her.

        "What will happen to us?" Joe asked. "You know, whatever they do for
me, I doubt I will ever be able to father children." "Hell, I don't know what
they can do for me, assuming they can do anything."

                "Joe, whatever happens, or, whatever don't happen, I'll be
with you." Linda reassured him. "Maybe we won't have kids together, but let's
cross those bridges when we get there."

        They went out to the parking lot, and get in Joe's car. Joe looked at
Linda.

        "Where to now?" he asked. "Are you getting hungry?"

        "Yea, I sure am." Linda replied. "Let's go to the mall, and look for
some more casual clothes for you, maybe some shorts and tops." "We can get a
quick bite there."

        "Ok." Joe said. "It seems everywhere I go, I have to get clothes
first."

        "Well, I wish I could get new clothes every time I went out, you're
kinda lucky, actually." Linda teased.

        "Right." I'm with my girl friend, going to the mall, to buy myself
womens clothes, because It seems I woke up one morning with a new body."
"Yea, I guess I'm real lucky all right." Joe lamented.

        "It could certainly be worse, Joe." Linda scolded. "You're healthy,
and, you don't know, there might be a simple answer to you're problem."

        "Well, if there is I sure will have a bunch of useless clothes,
won't I?" Joe returned.

        "Don't ruin them, I think they'll fit me." Linda teased, laughing.

        "I hope I can turn em over to you real soon." Joe said.

        They pulled into the mall. Joe parked by Sears, as usual. They went
inside. It was hot outside and very cool in the mall. They walked through the
womens lingerie section. By instinct, or whatever, Linda stopped by one of the
tables, which was now covered with colorful panties, all on sale, thirty
percent off. She rummaged through the things, sometimes pulling a pair out of
the pile, seemingly at random.

        "Now is the time to buy these things." she told Joe. "You can save a
bundle when they're on sale like this."

        "Great." Joe said grinning. "I foolishly went out and bought mine
 yesterday, and NOW they're on sale." he said sarcasticly.

        Linda looked at Joe, and realized that he was a little uncomfortable
in the lingerie section with her. Maybe he looked like a woman, but he was
standing there with the somewhat interested, but embarrassed look most men
have when they are in the womens section with their wives, or girl friends.

        "Lighten up, Joe." Linda tried reassure him. "You don't look at all out
of place here, you know."

        "Well that makes me feel a LOT better." Joe said somewhat sarcasticly.
"Now I look right at home, digging through the panty pile at Sears."

        "Quit your complaining, Joe." Linda admonished. "If your problem can
be corrected, I will help you with it." "If it can't, and you have to stay
like you are now, I'll help you with that too." "Just don't bite the hand
that's feeding you." Linda was smiling, but serious.

        "I'm sorry." Joe said. "I just get so frustrated with this whole thing
sometimes."

        "I think you are doing great, Joe." Linda said. "Now, how many pair of
underwear do you have?"

        "I don't know, I guess I bought...lets see...  one..two..three...,yea,
I think I have five." "Three sort of like this, and two like these." Joe
pointed at styles in the pile, as he talked.

        "Well you might have enough then." said Linda. "But it wouldn't hurt
to get a few more." "If you 'suddenly' don't need them anymore, I think they
might fit me." "You do seem to have smaller hips, though."

        "Do you know what size you wear?" she asked.

        "I think the ones I have on are size five." Joe replied.

        "Five, huh." "You're smaller than me." Linda said. "I wear a six."

        "Well, they're not tight on me." Joe said, holding his arms away from
his hips, as if to show Linda.

        "Ok, Ok, You don't have to rub it in, Joe." You have smaller hips than
I do." Linda said.

        "Yea, and firmer breasts, too." he said, grinning, and sticking his
chest out as far as he could.

        "See how they look like when you've had ]d, almost twenty years, you
teeny bopper." Linda reminded him.

        "Touche'" Joe said.

        Linda selected a few panties for herself, and helped Joe to decide on
which he would take. She suggested he get some stretch cotton type which had
a narrow "V" front, with leg openings that went high up on his hip. He was
curious how they would look on him, so he took them. Linda selected black, and
light blue, he didn't have a preference, so he agreed. They took their
selections to the cashier, and paid for them with Linda's charge card. Linda
then took Joe to Dillards, to look for shorts and tops.

        "I think you would look good in a tank top." Linda said. "What do you
think, Joe?"

        "I don't know." Joe relied. "Ain't a tank top a little breezy, kinda
open on the sides?"

        "No, you'd look great in one." Linda went on. "I'll show you."

        She went through the racks with the speed and confidence that showed
that she liked shopping for clothes, and did it, a lot. Joe, who was out of
his league, shopping with her, decided to watch, in amazement. Linda quickly
selected a light cotton top, with little hot air balloons across the front.
It was kinda cute, Joe thought.

        "Here, this is just the thing for a pilot, Joe." Linda said. "I'll
bet you would look good in this." she was serious.

        "Gee Linda, I don't know if I'm ready for something this 'cute'."
Joe said, but he took the top from Linda, and held it in front of himself.

        "Joe, you have to wear something other than that jumpsuit all the
time." Linda said. "Something like this is just right for you, the way you
look now."

        "You don't have to remind me." Joe said. "Ok, I'll take it."

        "No, Joe, You have to try it on first." Linda said. "Never buy
clothes like this without trying them on first." "It's part of the fun."

        "Fun?" Joe asked. "I NEVER thought trying on clothes was fun."

        "Well, it is, and it's time you found out." Linda insisted. "Darn
it Joe, you look like an attractive woman, if you like it, or not." "You
might as well try to enjoy it while it lasts."

        Linda took the top and walked to the dressing rooms. Joe followed,
still feeling like an outsider in this area. They entered the small closet
sized booth, and Linda turned to Joe.

        "Take that off, and try this, I know you'll like it." she went on.

        Joe unzipped his jumpsuit, and pulled it off his shoulders. He left
it around his waist. Linda gave him the top, and he pulled it over his head.
The cloth was so light. He still wasn't used the lighter construction of
womens clothes. The fabric seemed to float on his shoulders. He looked down
at his chest. He now had three hot air balloons aloft over the hills of
his breasts. He stood up straight and put his arms up. He let go of the jump
suit, and it fell to his knees.

        "Take the jumpsuit off." Linda insisted. "I'll find some shorts that
will go great with that top.

        She went back out into the store, and Joe sat down, and tried to pull
the jumpsuit from over his Reboks. He decided to take his shoes off, since
he figured he couldn't get the shorts Linda would soon be bringing back, over
them anyway. He stood there, in the top with the balloons, his light blue
panties showing out the bottom, and his white sweat socks with little blue
Rebok logo's on them. He raised his arms again, looking down at the large
armhole openings on the little top. He just knew people could see the sides
of his bra through the large openings. That didn't seem to bother REAL women,
and before, he had always thought the little peek at their undies was kinda
sexy. Now that it was his undies "hanging out" he felt like he was half naked.
He adjusted the top, pulling the little thing up, down, back, and forth.
It didn't make any difference, it always seemed like he was "hanging out".

        He was still worrying about it when Linda returned, with two pair of
shorts, one white, the other blue. They went to just above his knee.

        "Try these on, Joe." Linda ordered, handing him the white pair.

        He opened the zipper, and stepped into them. They were a little baggy.
He buttoned the button at the waist, and pulled the zipper up. They were
loose at the waist too. Just a little.

        "I guess they're ok." Joe said, smoothing them down, and arranging
the top, trying to keep his boobs from popping out the armholes, or so it
seemed to him.

        "No they're too big." Linda insisted. "I bought the size that
should fit me, but you're a size smaller, darn it." "And yet you're still a
little taller than me too."

        "Isn't this top a little loose too?" Joe asked, hoping that she would
agree. "I seem to be hanging out at the sides."

        Linda stood back a little, and looked at him real close.

        "No, the top is just right." she decided. "What do you mean, you're
"hanging out?"

        "Just look at this." Joe explained. "You can see my underwear through
the armholes, can't you?"

        "No, it fits just right." Linda said again. "Maybe it just seems like
you're 'hanging out' because you've never worn anything like this before."
"Actually, you look great in it, Joe."

        Before he could protest any more, Linda took the blue shorts back out,
looking for a size smaller. Joe decided to remove the white shorts. As he bent
over to pull them off his feet, he caught himself looking down the neck of the
little top, sneaking a peek at his own breasts. It was weird. They just didn't
seem like they attached to him, and he felt wicked staring at them. He took a
long look, and then stood up, grinning.  He rubbed his chest through the light
top, and could feel the slick nylon of the seamless cups. I guess I'm still
not used to having these things after all, he thought.

        Just then Linda returned. The big grin on his face made her curious.

        "Just what is so funny?" she asked.

        "Oh, nothing." Joe answered. What could he say, he thought, just
copping a feel of my own boobs. "Nothing at all."

        "Well then, try these on." Linda said, handing him some more white
shorts, and holding another blue pair. Joe put them on. They were much more
snug fitting. Not tight, but they fit his hips and buttocks in a fitted
way that look just right. Joe buttoned up, and pulled the zipper. He felt his
buttocks.

        "These are sure snug." he declared.

        Linda stood back again, and gave him the critical eye.

        "They are perfect!" she declared. "Here, try these on." she gave him
the light blue shorts, and went back out.

        Joe was removing the shorts, when Linda came back.

        "Leave those on, and come along with me." she ordered.

        In his socks, Joe followed politely along behind. They went to the
racks of tops again. Linda started looking for another.

        "If you see something you like, let me know." she said. "I want you to
get what you like."

        "Oh, really?" Joe asked, grinning. "Are you starting a new policy,
all of a sudden"

        Linda looked at him, and saw he was grinning, almost laughing
out loud.

        "What is going on with you, anyway?" she asked. "Is something funny
going on, that I don't get?"

        "No, I just in awe of the seriousness that shopping seems to envelope
you with." Joe replied. "I guess I've never shopped with a woman, for womens
things before." "It's an art form for you isn't it." he laughed.

        "Ok, Ok, I'll try to lighten up a little." Linda said. "I guess women
do take clothes more seriously than most men." "I never thought about it much
before."

        Together they selected another top for Joe. A light blouse, tailored
more like a man's shirt, in an off white, with little trees printed all
over it. Joe liked it when he tried it on, but had a little trouble with the
buttons, which were the opposite of a mens shirt. They paid for the things,
left the mall, and went outside, to Joe's car.

        "Were to now?" Joe asked. "We've got the whole day."

        "Let's go to my place." Linda said. "I think a few hours at the pool
would feel pretty good right now."

        "Rats!" Joe said. "I forgot the swimsuit." "We have to go back in."

        "No, Joe, I think I have a couple that will fit you." Linda declared.
"I know they're a little tight for me, at least on the bottom."

        Joe looked at her. She looked at him. They both grinned.

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