Earlier in the day, Dorothy called Ann Kramer to confirm their appointment that evening. Ann said that she would be ready for them and looked forward to meeting Carol.

"Remember what I told you Ann, the girl is very shy and sensitive, not to mention naive.

"Don’t worry Dot, I'll take good care of her. I may have a little fun teasing her, but I promise I won't go too far. If I get out of line just let me know and I'll stop."

At 5:30 on Thursday afternoon Dorothy and Carol rode the bus up Main Street until they reached Division Street. They walked about half a block and shortly before 6 o'clock they arrived at Kramer's Specialty Store. The first window that Carol saw was the one with all of the heavy-duty foundations intended for older women.

Pointing to a corset type garment with laces and straps Carol asked, "I don't need anything like that, do I?"

"No," Dorothy reassured her, "I don't think that you need anything like that, but we'll let Ann decide that."

When they entered the store Ann Kramer was still with a customer. Carol was amazed at all of the different styles of foundations. She had seen ads for various undergarments in woman's magazines, but she had never paid much attention to them. Carol had never shopped for underwear, her mother had always done the shopping and had told her what to wear.

When her customer had left, Ann Kramer introduced herself to Carol. After the introductions and a few minutes of small talk, Ann showed them to the back of the store to one of the fitting rooms. The fitting room was pleasant but sparsely furnished. There was a small table in the center of the room and upholstered chairs and a couch along one wall. At the back of the room was the changing booth with curtains that could be drawn to provide privacy while changing

After making one last check for customers and finding none, Ann locked the front door, put up the sign that said CLOSED, and turned out the window lights.

Returning to the fitting room she said, "Okay, let's get started. Dorothy tells me you need some new underwear. Let's have look at what you're wearing now and we'll try to figure out what you need. Go back in the booth and take off all of you clothes including you slip and then come back out.

Carol couldn't believe that she was undressing again for a stranger. It could have been worse, at least she wasn't wearing the retainer belt and the dilator. At first Dorothy had insisted that she wear it but after Carol explained how embarrassing it would be to have a stranger see her in it, Dorothy finally relented. She removed the belt and dilator with the warning that it was going back on the minute they got back to the apartment.

Carol's reluctance prompted a warning from Dorothy. "Stop the silly modesty. Ann can't fit you unless you get undressed. Do it now."

Carol hurried to the changing booth and reappeared clad only in her bra, girdle and stockings.

Ann instructed Carol to come closer to her and then said, "stop." "Now turn around slowly so I can have a good look at you. Okay, good."

"Did Dorothy explain to you that I am going to have to touch you in order to do the fitting?"

"Yes," replied Carol.

"Just so you understand. I'm going to touch your breasts, your belly area, your crotch and your bottom."

"First I'm going to check the fit of you bra. I can see from here that the cups are too big but that the rest of the bra is too small. Do you know what size you wear?"

"I think the tag says 34D," said the girl sheepishly.

"Why such a large bra?" asked Ann.

Carol responded that her mother always picked out her underwear. Her mother told her that a brassiere should only cover the breasts, not lift them up and show them off.

"I agree that a woman should not make a spectacle of her breasts, but she certainly should support them properly. A proper fitting bra is a must for all women."

"My guess is that you probably take a 36B or 36C, but let's take some measurements to be sure. Take off you bra and stand with you back to me. Dorothy will hold the tape in front and I'll make the measurements."

Carol started to head to the changing booth but Ann stopped her. "No point in going back in there. You're going to have to come back out here without your bra anyway. Just take it off and put it on the table. It's just us girls here, no need to be shy."

Reluctantly the girl removed her bra and stood forlornly with her hands at her sides.

"Dorothy, hold the tape right across her nipples with the nipples pushed in. Okay, now a measurement above the breast and one below. Okay done." Ann picked up a shawl and handed it to Carol telling her she could cover up until she got back. She made some notes on a pad and then turned to Carol and said, "I'll be right back, I'm going to get some bras for you to try on."

She returned shortly with several bras dangling from her hand and placed them on the table. One of the bras landed on the table with the cups up, the stiff fabric pointing upwards like two white mountain peaks.

Ann handed one of the bras to Carol and told her to put it on. Carol slipped into the bra and let her breasts fall into the cups. She reached behind her and hooked the bra. Ann helped her adjust the shoulder straps. Her breasts were now snugly encased in the stiff fabric and they stood straight out. Ann had not selected any of the pointed cup bras that were coming into fashion as she didn't feel that they were appropriate for an 18-year-old. Even so, the bras of the 50's were stiff, well structured garments that provided a lot of support.

"Okay, how dose that feel?" asked Ann.

"Kind of funny and tight. It makes them stand out more."

"Makes what stand out more, your breasts?" queried Ann. "If you mean breasts then say breasts. It's not a bad word. All women have them."

"Yes ma'am, my breasts," said Carol meekly.

"That's better, now let's see if we have a good fit." Without hesitation Ann moved her hands to the girl's breasts and began feeling all around the cups. She then moved her hand along the side of the bra to the strap and followed it to the hooks in the back. She tugged lightly at the straps making a slight adjustment. Standing directly behind Carol, Ann moved her hands along the back straps under the girl's arms to the side of the bra until her hands completely cupped each breast. She rubbed her hands gently around each breast, occasionally kneading each one lightly with her fingers.

"This one fits very nicely," she said as she removed her hands. "I still want you to try on the other two so we can see how they fit. I've selected bras from three different makers. Once we have determined which ones fit best, you get to pick the style you like."

"Can't I have something a little softer like my old bra?"

"Absolutely not. Your old bra didn't provide any support for your breasts. This is the minimum support that you should be wearing."

Ann repeated the same "fitting" process with the remaining bras. After making the necessary adjustments she thoroughly checked the fit of each one. She spent an increasing amount of time checking the fit of the cups with each new bra. During the fitting of the third bra Ann detected a slight increase in Carol's breathing and immediately stopped her ministrations.

"The first and last bras fit you the best," said Ann. Pick the style you like and we'll move on to finding you a girdle." "I like this one best," said Carol. "It feels better and it's prettier."

"Then that's the bra for you," said Ann. "Now let's get that girdle off it's completely worn out.

Carol sat down on the chair and detached her stockings from the garters. She rolled each stocking down her legs and then stood and slipped off her girdle.

"Before I can fit you with a girdle we have to know how much control you need. Come over to the "belly bar" and I'll check your tummy. Ann motioned to the platform with chrome handrails on the other side of the room. "Step up here and I'll take some measurements."

Ann adjusted the horizontal bar at the front of the platform so it was the same height as Carol's hips. She then told Carol to move forward until her hipbones touched the padded supports on each side of the bar. With Carol positioned in the measuring device, Ann moved a second bar inward until it touched Carol's protruding tummy. On a scale at the left side of the apparatus a pointer on the bar came to rest between "light control" and "medium control" markings.

"The belly bar as we call it, gives me an idea of how much support you will need from your girdle. It's telling me that you fall between light control and medium control. I'm going to try one light control, but I think you will really need medium."

Ann had Carol step off the belly bar, walked to the table, picked up the two bras and left the room. She returned a few minutes later with numerous boxes and loose garments.

"The first girdle I want you to try on is called a panty brief. It's a short and lighter version of a panty girdle. You can wear it under slacks or shorts.

"This is a light control panty brief. Try it on and let's take a look at you."

As instructed, Carol pulled the garment on and stood up. Ann stepped back and took a look at the girl's profile and shook her head. "Definitely not enough support, you still have too much tummy. Slip that off and try this one." Carol complied and removed the first garment and pulled on the second one. This feels kind of tight," she said.

Ann first checked the girl's profile and proclaimed that her tummy was much flatter. She then began her manual review of the garment by pushing on Carol's stomach and pressing on her bottom cheeks. Satisfied with what she had found so far she moved her attention to the waistband and legs of the girdle. Putting her fingers between the garment and Carol's stomach she pulled lightly checking the tightness. Ann then put her fingers inside of the leg band and gave a little tug. Her fingers moved slowly around the leg band toward the crotch area. When she reached the crotch her fingers startled Carol and she slowly removed her fingers.

"So far so good," said Ann. "Now I want you to stand with your legs slightly apart. That's good. Now I'm going to check the crotch area for tightness or excess material."

Ann knelt to one side of the Carol placing her right hand on the girl's bottom. She slowly moved her hand downward until her fingers began to enter the girl's crotch from the rear. Her left hand moved to the tummy just above the pubic area and she let her fingers trail lightly over the pubic mound and then into the crotch proper. She repeated the motions several times before she stopped. Her final check was some light pushing on the pubic mound, which prompted a gasp from Carol. Ann quickly withdrew her teasing fingers.

"This fits like a glove my dear, no binding, no pulling, and no puckers. Take it off and we'll move along to a real girdle."

The next girdle that Ann handed Carol was an open bottom girdle with a satin tummy control panel and bottom control panel in the back. Carol struggled a bit to pull it on, but she finally got it in place. It was nothing like the light, all elastic girdle that her mother had bought for her. This girdle pushed her stomach in, squeezed her butt, and pushed her legs together.

"This is so tight," exclaimed Carol.

Ann ran her hands over Carol's tummy, felt her hips, pulled at the waist, and pushed and poked the girl's bottom. "This isn't too tight, it's what a girdle is supposed to feel like. You will get used to it after you have worn it for a few days. Take a look in the mirror. Your breasts are up where they should be, your tummy is almost flat and your bottom is much firmer. I would like to see you in something with even more control, but this will do for now."

"Now let's see if we can find a panty girdle that will fit you. Here, try this one."

Reluctantly Carol said, "Dr. Barnes said that I shouldn't wear a panty girdle. She said that they aren't healthy."

"I must disagree with Dr. Barnes," said Ann. "The latest in panty girdles have light weight material or mesh in the crotch. I've sold hundreds of panty girdles and I have never heard of a problem."

Dorothy spoke up, "I frequently wear a panty girdle and I've never had a problem. I think Dr. Barnes is a little old fashioned and sometimes exaggerates to make her point. Try one on and see how it looks."

Carol obediently removed the first girdle and put on the panty girdle as instructed. When she complained about it being tight in the waist Ann said that she agreed but that she wanted to check the fit in other areas. Ann again kneeled down next to Carol and repeated the procedure she had used when fitting the panty brief. Only this time her fingers spent more time around the pubic mound and she commented on how tight it was and how that would be very uncomfortable.

"Take that off and try this one," said Ann. "This one is a little larger."

Again Carol squirmed out of one girdle and into another. This one did not feel as tight and seemed more comfortable to her. Again Ann pushed and probed her tummy and bottom and then both hands moved into the girl's crotch.

"Too loose," said Ann. She moved her fingers up and down between the girl's bottom cleft, pushing the fabric inwards. In the front she ran her fingers over the Carol's mound and between her legs. "Loose fabric can bunch up and be uncomfortable too," she said. She continued her touching until Carol pulled her hips away from Ann's hand.

"What's the matter"? asked Ann. Am I hurting you?"

"N-no, it just makes me feel funny."

"Dorothy told me you were very excitable, am I making you hot?"

Carol looked at Dorothy and said, "Why did you tell her?"

"I had to dear, I knew that Ann would have to touch you a lot during the fitting and I wanted her to be aware of the situation. I also explained about your treatments at Dr. Barnes' and the dilator you have to wear."

Carol looked away from both women and said how embarrassed she was.

"Nothing to be embarrassed about," said Ann. You're not the first person to have this problem she lied. "It does happen occasionally. The real problem is that if you get too excited you may get wet and stain a garment and I can't have that. Take off that girdle, I'll be right back"

Ann reappeared shortly and handed Carol a pair of rubber pants. As Carol was looking dumbfounded at the rubber pants, Ann felt the girl's crotch and found a wet spot. "Just as I expected, you're wet already."

Ann directed Carol to the changing booth and instructed her to remover her underpants and put on the rubber pants. When Carol hesitated Ann gently but firmly said, "do it now, I don't have all night."

A minute later Carol reluctantly emerged from behind the curtain clad only in her bra and a pair of snug fitting flesh colored rubber pants.

That's better," said Ann. "Here, get into this one and let's see how it fits.

Carol put on the latest garment that was handed to her and waited for Ann's probing fingers to begin their work. Again, Ann spent time pushing and stroking the girl's bottom, tummy, and hips before moving to the crotch. "Much better," she said. As she rubbed her fingers over Carol's pubis she said, "This is the way a girdle should fit. It should provide good all around support but should not be too tight in the crotch. Don't you agree that this feels better?"

"Yes ma'am, I guess so."

"Okay, hop out of that one, I've got one more for you to try on."

While Carol was getting out of the girdle, Dorothy stood up and removed something from her handbag and walked toward Carol.

"The next thing we have to do is see how a girdle fits over the retainer belt. Don't worry, I don't have the dilator with me," said Dorothy.

Dorothy proceeded to put the belt around Carol's waist while explaining to Ann how it worked. Carol was mortified, but didn't say anything. After hooking and lacing the belt around the girl Dorothy drew the straps through the Carol's legs, pulled them taut, and buckled them.

"Now," said Ann, "put this on." Carol noticed right away that the girdle that she had been handed was heavier and felt stiffer than the previous girdles she had tried on.

"This is a long leg, high waist panty girdle with a zipper," said Ann. "Leave it unzipped until you get it on."

Carol struggled into the girdle. She pulled and tugged until it was on. Ann came to her side and showed her how to zip the waist closed. Ann then performed the now routine inspection of the garment paying particular attention to Carol's pubic area. By the time she was done, Ann couldn't help but notice that Carol was breathing harder. Dorothy just watched, waiting to see what would happen next.

After checking the fit of one more girdle Ann knew it was time to stop. She told Carol that she now had a good assortment of girdles that fit well and that she could get undressed. Once Carol was out of the last girdle Ann said that she had to make one last check and then she would help her take off the retainer belt.

Before removing the retainer belt, Ann felt Carol's pussy through the rubber pants and she could tell that the girl was very wet. She could take the rubber material in her fingers and slide it around and push it slightly into Carol's pussy. Carol let out a slight moan.

"Am I making you hot Carol," asked Ann.

"Yes, I think so," said Carol.

"You think so, aren't you sure?" replied Ann. "You feel quite moist to me. Let's get this belt off and have a closer look."

Ann unbuckled the crotch strap, unlaced and unhooked the belt and removed it from the trembling girl. She then instructed Carol to put her hand inside the rubber pants and to check for wetness.

"I-I can't," said Carol. "I just can't." She looked at Dorothy and pleaded, "please don't make me do this."

"I'm sorry," said Dorothy, "you must do as you are told. If you don't, I will punish you right here. Now put your hand in your pants and show us how wet you are."

"I can't do it."

When Carol failed to obey, Dorothy stood up and said, "very well, you leave me no choice. Bend over the table and do-it-now! When Carol hesitated both women pushed her chest down on the table. Dorothy had her left hand on the girl's lower back and was the closest to Carol's upturned bottom. Without warning she raised her right hand and brought it down hard on the rubber-clad buttocks, SMACK - - SMACK - - SMACK - - SMACK - - SMACK.

Carol was already sobbing when Dorothy said, "now it's Ann's turn. You failed to follow her instructions as well as mine, so now she will punish you."

Carol felt the hands on her back change places and then the spanking resumed. SMACK - - SMACK - - SMACK - - SMACK and after a long pause, Ann delivered the fifth and final resounding SMACK to Carol's bottom.

Dorothy helped Carol stand and Ann gave her a tissue and told her to dry her eyes and blow her nose. When she was done drying her eyes Dorothy said, "now put your hand in your pants, touch your pussy and show us how wet you are."

Defeated and still sobbing, Carol worked her hand into the rubber pants until her fingers came in contact with her soaking wet mound.

"Now move you fingers around a little and then remove your hand."

Dorothy and Ann could see the outline of Carol's fingers through the rubber pants as she moved her fingers. "That’s enough, now show Ann how wet you are."

Carol removed her hand and reluctantly showed Ann her glistening fingers. Her fingers were wet on both sides where they contacted her pussy and the wet rubber pants. Ann was amazed at how wet Carol's fingers were and she decided to check Carol herself. Hooking two fingers in the leg opening of the rubber pants, she slid her fingers to the girl's crotch and felt the warm wetness. Then she began stroking the wet mound with the back of her fingers. "Dorothy, she's soaked. She must be close to cumming."

"Are you close to an orgasm Carol?" asked Ann.

"I-I-I don't know, I don't think so," stammered the girl.

"If you don't know then we will have to find out how hot you are. Spread your legs for me. That’s good, now stand still."

Ann put her fingers part way into Carol's crotch and cupped her mound. She repeatedly squeezed and released the rubber encased pubic mound. Looking directly into Carol's eyes she asked, "are you ready to have an orgasm Carol?"

"No - yess - I don't know. Please don't stop, keep doing it."

"I think you are very close, but I'm not going to help you. If you want to cum you're going to have to do it yourself." Ann pulled her hand away from Carol's pussy and took one of Carol's hands and directed it to the waist of the rubber pants. Softly Ann said, "do it baby, it will feel good." Ann gave the girl's hand a gentle push and without further prompting Carol plunged her hand into the rubber pants and slid a finger into her pussy. Almost immediately she was thrusting her hips and moving her hand to meet each thrust. Carol's hand and fingers created a large moving bulge inside the stretchy material. Dorothy and Ann watched intently as the girl's actions reached a frenzied pace.

"Ohhhhhh, I'm cumming. Aaaaahhh, Oooooh, so good, Aaaahhhhh.

Weakened by the enveloping orgasm, Carol fell to her knees and continued to finger herself until she was spent and exhausted. She slumped forward, her hand still jammed in the rubber pants.

When Carol awakened the next morning the first thing she noticed was that the dilator and retainer belt were back in place. As she rolled over in bed something else felt different and she pulled up her nightgown. To her amazement she was wearing rubber pants. Then, groggily, the events of the night before at Kramer's came flooding back.

When Dorothy heard Carol moving around she went to the girl's bedroom

"From what Dr. Barnes has told me and from what I saw last night you seem to be very easily aroused. Have you always been like this?"

"I don't know - maybe. Mom never let me have dates with boys so I don't know much about sex stuff. I've heard other girls talking about sex, I guess I know a little, but….

"Don't worry about it. Dr. Barnes asked me if I thought that some sex education would be helpful and I told her I did. We'll talk more about it the next time we meet with Dr. Barnes. Right now get cleaned up so can you make it to school on time. You can take off the rubber pants for now."

After Carol had left for school Dorothy called Dr. Barnes and related what had occurred the night before with Ann Kramer. The doctor was very interested and said that further exploration of the matter was warranted.