I opened the bathroom door, "There is nothing to stuff my bra with." Itold him. He went to one of the lockers and took out some socks, "Usethese." He ...said handing them to me.I was able to fill the cups, after all; that is what I use normally. Ipulled on the pantyhose. I couldn't wait to see how the skirt and toplooked, the skirt was a short black, tight one and the top was to diefor. It was a red sweater with loose sleeves and a cowl neck. It fitloose but not so loose as to hide my breasts. He. I blew myself a kiss for good luck, admiringhow even just wearing lipstick and a little blush made me look.I looked through the peephole to be sure the delivery guy was, indeed, aguy. I paused, took a deep breath, and then opened the door."Here's your pizza. That'll be eighteen fift... uh... fifty." He hadbeen looking down at the receipt at first. He was understandably takenaback. Most pizza delivery guys aren't expecting a man dressed inwomen's lingerie to answer the door."I have to get my. Near here, actually.”“Convenient. And your college?”“UCL. Just around the corner.”“So this is ideal,” he nodded, “if you can afford it.”Ruth drew a breath. The apartment was way above her price range and the man holding the keys knew it. “May I look around?” she asked, trying to sound confident.“By all means.”The room was stylishly furnished, well-equipped, and the thoughtful layout made the most of the limited space. Ruth sighed, “It’s so quiet.”“Well, it’s the top floor and the walls are well. Mum was resigned to but did not like the fashion for androgyny.She always tut-tutted and shook her head when Marc Bolan or David Bowiecame on the TV. She would forgive me most things because I was going outwith a girl. Today she would be called homophobic but this was the 70'sand we were still laughing at Alf Garnet!A Double DateHazel and Terry were an item now. Terry was transformed, he had Hazelfor protection. He seemed happy and although he still acted camp, andwas the class joker and.