Morning came with the sound of his bedside radio and the certain flow of sunlight through his lace curtained windows. Quickly he arose to complete his morning toilette knowing that Mrs. Baxter expected him to help with breakfast.
Standing naked before the French mirror, Evelyn noted that with his special panty and the results of the hormonal treatments, his figure was now amply feminine in every way. He half wondered if there was any way that he could ever look masculine again with such wide hips, narrow waist, and full upturned breasts with rosebud nipples that announced a female's ripeness. He no longer needed to wear a corset for his waist, but Mrs. Drover insisted that he sleep in one just to keep his figure trained. And when he dressed for church or a social affair where she wanted Evelyn's form particularly feminine.