"How utterly fascinating!" Mrs. Smythe replied.

"I think it would be very nice if you were to model your pretty undies for us." Gerald knew it was more of an order than a suggestion.

The crushed boy minced daintily back and forth before them, turning this way and that, finally whirling about on his toes to make his skirts stand straight out.

"Darling, don't you agree that frocks and pettis are most becoming to his natural loveliness?" his aunt asked her guest.

"Heavens, yes.

in horrid trousers!"

Fancy your wasting him

Gerald's crushed toes were shrieking for relief as he asked timidly, "Aunty, may I sit down now?"

"In a minute, dear," she replied. "But first I know we would both adore viewing your rustly petticoats and frilly knickers."

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"Oh, please, Aunty," he wailed. "Must It would be so immodest!"

"GERALD !!!!!" she said in a loud voice.

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Cheeks ablaze, Gerald garnered his noisy taffeta skirts in his gloved fingers and held them up about an inch,

"Higher, dear!"

As the lavishly frilled hems of his knickers were exposed, his aunt remarked: "Gerald adores sewing pretty frills on his knickers don't you, dear?"

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"Ah yes Aunty!" he said with a catch in his throat.

"Please draw your skirts up to your waist now, dear," his aunt directed.

"But, Aunty!"

"GERALD !!!!! " rifle shot.

Her voice was like a

Tears again flooded his eyes as he gathered his frothy, swishing skirts up around his waist.

"Good heavens, what is that?" cried Mrs. Smythe as she spotted his sheath, as it peeked out of the soft silke of the panties.

"That is a little device which assures that Gerald will remain modest in the pre15 -