"You're one lucky young man."

"Thanks!"

"I hear Mildred calling me. I've got to scoot. You keep in touch. Come by some time, and I'll cook up some hamburgs and brats for you on the grill."

"I'll bring the beer!" said Terry.

A typical male bonding ritual.

* * *

Over the next few weeks, Terry settled in to the new place. It was really shaping up now. The previous owner had done a wonderful job of planting the flower beds, and they were in the full bloom of spring. The daffodils were done, but the tulips were still in flower, the roses were coming in nicely, and the other flowers were all budding.

Terry came in from his hard toil in the back yard, washed his hands, and picked up the mail. There was a slot in the door, and the mail would fall to the floor in the foyer. He picked it up, and sorted through it while he walked into the kitchen.

There were the usual bills (gas, electricity, and phone), sale flyers for the local stores, and of course, all of the junk mail. Of late, there seemed to be more and more mail for "Ms. Terri". In this batch there was yet again another set of catalogues for clothes, shoes, and who knows what all. He opened the trash can to throw it out, but something caught his eye. He let it go, except for one catalog which he kept in his hands. He sat down on the couch, and started to browse through it.

Perhaps it was the sexy model on the front cover, showing here cleavage. Or something about her hair, or her long legs. But he just stared at her, as if transfixed, then decided to browse through the whole catalog.

The first section had summer clothes. Then there was a small section with shoes and sandals. Next came long formal dresses, then a section with intimate apparel. He stared long and hard at the beautiful models posing in just their bras and panties. How did they do that? The last section went back to casual clothes for summer, including one page of swim wear.

The back page had the 800 number to call in large bold black print. Terry picked up the phone and called it.

"Customer service, can I help you?"

"Yes, I'd like to place an order."

"How can I help you?"

"I would like item 24J235, color yellow, size medium."

"The sun dress? Those are pretty. And what else?"

"59K2364 in black, 36C, with the matching panty."

"Would you like the thong or the regular?"

"Thongs are way too uncomfortable! The regular of course."

"Oh, I agree, but you know how it is. We have to offer it."

"I understand. I think that's all for today...."

He opened an account, giving his name and address, along with credit information. He hung up the phone, turned on the TV to The History Channel, and sat back to watch a show on World War II.

* * *

Three days later, Terry received a box in the mail. He looked at the label, and realized that it was from that clothing catalog. Why had he even ordered that stuff? He shook his head. It must have been those sexy models. He unpacked it, took it to 'the guest room', and put it into the closet.

There was also yet another credit card in the junk mail. He always tore up the applications, so that nobody could fill one out with his name. But this one had a card inside, all pre approved. All that he had to do was to call the 800 number to activate it. It had 0% financing on all purchases for 12 months, then a low APR after that. It was a large company that he heard of before, so he decided what the heck. He called the 800 number, and had the card activated.

It was only while he was putting the card in his wallet that he noticed the mistake. The card had his name as "Terri", not "Terry". Oh well, if he didn't notice, nobody else would either.

* * *

As summer started to unfold, with the days becoming hotter and hotter, the lawn needed more and more work. Terry was always edging, cutting, fertilizing, weeding, or doing something to keep it in shape. Owning a house was a lot of work!

After dinner, he would go through the mail. Today, among the junk mail was a catalog that caught his eye. Again, there was a stunning model on the front cover, and before he knew it, he was on the line with customer service, ordering a cute pair of shoes, an evening ensemble, and control top pantyhose. He put it all on his new credit card.

The next night, he was again on the phone, but this time with Sears. He had spotted a really wonderful bedroom set, that he decided was perfect for the guest room. It featured a canopy bed, matching dresser, vanity, and night stand. It would make that room look so much nicer, to have good furniture like that in place. He also ordered a closet organizer, since it was an old closet and only had a shelf and a bar to hang clothes from.

He was excited a week later when they delivered and set up the new furniture. Now the guest room really started to look good. He took all of his new clothes he had ordered from the catalogs, and put it into the proper place. Panties and bras went into the dresser, along with the pantyhose. Dresses were hung on the bar with nice new plastic hangers he bought at Bed Bath and Beyond. Shoes went into the hanging shoe organizer. Blouses and tops were carefully hung, kept over to one side, while skirts and pants went to the other side.

He eyed his work, satisfied. The vanity looked empty though. So he went to his computer, went online, and purchased some supplies.

It took five days for the new supplies to arrive. He was disappointed, hoping they would have shown up faster. He would have to pick another company to order from next time, or go out and shop himself. He shook his head, while organizing the makeup and the perfumes just so. He stood back to admire his work, then came up to adjust where he had the antique hand mirror and comb set up. He had found those at a garage sale. They looked so good with his new bedroom.

There were also two new boxes from clothing companies. He unpacked everything, and put it away in the proper place. Yes, the guest room was really looking good now.

* * *

One night while paying the bills, Terry wondered why he had never received a bill for his 0% interest credit card? He had bought an awful lot of stuff with it, but no bill had arrived. Oh well, it must be because purchases were 0% for a year. He never had a card like that before, so maybe that's how it worked.

He put the check into the envelope with the stub, and sealed it. His hands were tired from writing the 20 digit customer number. Why did they have to make them so long? His hands seemed awful dry too, from all the yard work.

He went into the guest room, and pulled a tube of hand cream out from the vanity drawer. He rubbed in into his hands, and breathed deep, enjoying the lavender scent. It reminded him of all the fresh flowers in the back yard. He loved how it smelled back there, with the must earth scents from the fertile soil, mixed with the sweet scent of fresh clipped grass, and the floral essences in the air.

He suddenly wondered if he had the closet organized well enough, and opened it to check. Everything was neatly and properly stored. The dresses weren't going to get wrinkled, the sweaters were neatly folded on the shelf, and the skirts were all hanging invitingly. He wanted to sort them better by length, so he started to move them around.

Then he worked on the dresses a bit, putting them into a better order too. He would do this from time to time, touching all of his clothes as he moved them to a better and better system of organization. Finally satisfied, he took a step back to admire his work.

It was Friday night, and his plans for the evening had fallen through. So he was going to work around the house some more. But he needed a break. So he went into the kitchen, and poured himself a large glass of chardonay. He had never liked wine before, preferring beer. But this bottle had been on special at the grocery store, so he put it into his cart, in case he entertained guests who liked wine. But the night before, he was out of beer, so he tried it. And he found that he really liked it!

So with glass in hand, he returned to the guest room to get back to work.

* * *

When Terry entered the guest room, he absentmindedly closed the door behind him. He took a deep sip of the fruity wine, and put the glass down on the vanity (on a doily of course, so as not to leave a water mark on the beautiful new white furniture).

He turned to the closet, and started to look at all of the clothes. He didn't know why he had bought them in the first place, and wondered why there were so many. They just kind of accumulated over time, and he really hadn't thought about it.

He browsed through the closet, until he came to a yellow and white sun dress that really caught his eye. It was the perfect clothes for summer. He pulled it out, and hung it on the hook at the back of the closet drawer. He wondered how it would fit on him, and if it would make his thighs look too fat. He would have to try it on to find out.

He started to undress, putting his dirty clothes into the hamper. He was wearing black boxers, and he didn't want the dark color to show through the light material, so he went into the dresser drawer to get some white cotton panties. After he put them on, he also wondered if the way neckline of the sun dress was cut was going to cover his bra straps or not. He didn't like the look of bra straps showing, so he'd have to wear a strapless bra if they did show through.

So he put on a bra as well, then the sun dress. He was relieved to find that it did indeed cover the straps, so he could wear whatever bra he wanted with it. He twirled around, feeling the skirt fly as he did. He giggled, feeling so free, so young, like a little girl.

He decided that he was going to let his hair grow out. It was too short the way he had it now. He looked in the mirror, and decided to experiment. He teased it, used hairspray, and was able to get something that looked a little cuter. But he needed long hair for the look he really desired. Oh why did it take so long to grow hair? He'd have to be patient though.

Next, he decided that the tan in his face from being outside made his lips look too thin. He poured over his lipsticks, until he found one that might be the right color. He put on a little, but wasn't happy with the results. He cleaned that off, then tried another. This one did it. His lips looked fuller, but not with too much contrast like the first one.

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