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a giggle. "You can take the one next to me and don't dare fart."

She could scarcely contain herself from laughing very loudly.

Like Sonia Snell, I entered the 'appointed place', and 'SAT". Fortunately, the loo seat hadn't been 'recently painted' as it had in the luckless Sonia Snell's case. (If you have never read this rip roaringly and outrageously funny ditty, write to me and I'll send you a photo-copy for a rand Advt.) The pair of us finished at about the same time.

Sue gave me an arch look as we approached the mirror together and opened our handbags and fumbled for our lipsticks. In the meantime, two other women had entered but apart from a passing glance, ignored us completely. At last I knew I had 'made it'.

We examined our seams for straightness and returned to our table.

"Well, what was it like in there?" inquired Joan with a broad grin, "Did you spend thrupence at the dispenser for a nose bleed?"

"Joyce was a perfect lady and should be accoladed for a wonderful performance. She didn't even fart loudly enough for the 'keeper' in there to hear her," chortled the irrepressible Sue.

"Really, dear," admonished her mother mildly but Doreen and Mom laughed and laughed.

"Come on, I think we are all done, so let's go to the Showroom and YOU are going to try on that frock, young lady," said D with a gleam in her eye. We paid and made our way upstairs,

"Can we have a look at the model No. 14 please," said Doreen to one of the serving wenches, white collared and dressed in black.

12."

"Certainly madam, but I doubt if it will fit; it's only a size

"No, it's not for me; my niece here would like to try it on."

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The woman eyed me with approval "Yes, I'm sure it will fit her." she opined.

The frock was duly brought out and without any further ado, the woman tried it against me. "Dear, I think you had better try this on; there's a changing booth over there."

"I'm coming with you," said Sue, the irrepressible. "Firstly, I want to see what undies you are wearing and secondly, I want to ensure you don't get any lipstick on it."

She followed me into the booth while Mums and 'Aunts' looked at other things. She proceeded to unzip me. As the dress I was wearing came off at the shoulders revealing Mom's tailored satin slip, Sue gave a wistful sigh. "I wish I were wearing a proper woman's petticoat like you; the thing I'm wearing is like an issue from the Borstal Institution for girls it's made of calico."

"Would you like to try mine on quickly?" I asked brightly. I had never seen Sue in her undies and rather fancied the idea.

"Ooh, can I?" she said eagerly.

Both of us began to disrobe further. We both eyed each other in our foundations. "Ooh, la, la," she grinned as she looked me over. "Matronly, but very elegant. And what gorgeous legs I see they go all the way up to your crotch," she teased.

I found the sight of Sue in her girdle, stockings and bra quite a turn-on.

"Can I hold you," I said a little breathlessly.

"I feel terribly sexy," she whispered. "Mmmmm, my darling girl-boy," she sighed. We kissed passionately. I wanted to press her onto the floor.

"I want to so badly, hut we can't in here. darling, my darling," she panted.

Both our hearts were going like sledgehammers. "When can we then?" I whispered hoarsely.

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