of the way up the thighs. And you see it has a tiny zipper in the back, running down the center."

"How adorable!" Marcia exclaimed, as she took them and examined the lush trim of nylon lace at the elastic legs, and the tunneled elastic waist. She marvelled at the rose on the left side which was hand embroidered in various hues of pink. Holding them close to her waist, she imagined her- self wearing them.

Although she liked all types of panties, she had special passion for bloomers--that began when she was little girl. Marcia remembered how, with admiring but en- vious eyes, she would watch her two older sisters, who, while lacing each other's corsets, or dressing and applying their make-up, sauntered about in high heels and silk bleemers. When they were fully dressed and with their friends playing games or sitting around and talking, she enjoyed glimpses of their pretty bloomers peeping out from under their short skirts. Much as she was attracted to this undergarment, it wasn't until her twelfth birthday that her mother presented her with some dainty pink bloomers of her own. She was so delighted with these silken garments-- and their bows of blue ribbon at the knees, that for awhile, she even wore them to bed. They tickled her legs pleasantly and made her feel more feminine than had her cotton or rayon panties.

She had been proud of her bloomers, and not at all embarassed if others accidentally saw her wearing them. Sometimes, to tease her brother Ted, who was about her same age, she would saucily flip up her skirt and show him her bloomers--taunting him with the fact that girls wore prettier underwear than boys did. She was really very fond of her brother, and once, at his request, she let him wear a pair of her favorite bloomers, to see how they felt. Но admitted to her that in his opinion, girls were luckier than boys, in the matter of apparel. She was sorry for him being a boy, he was not allowed to wear softer, dainter things.

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