hips undulated in such freedom and caused the silk or rubber of her undies to rub intimately against her skin.

She pulled the red garment up her legs, yet cautiously s that she wouldn't snag her stockings. The brief was tight the way she wanted it to be and the smoothness of the chiffon gave her creamy sensitive skin thrilling sensations as she adjusted it in place. The garter belt extended according to her size, and though the garment hung low about her hips, it was secure. Fastening the stockings, Mareia knew that this was the best bikini brief in her wardrobe. She felt happy as she thought of this and also about the beautiful bloomers she had not yet worn. She was anxious to try them on too, but she couldn't overstay her visit. She put her skirt and shoes back on, and placed the pink panties, garters and new bloomers in her hand- bag. "I can't thank you enough, Susanna," she said, after drinking her tea. She went over to Susanna and embraced her. Affectionately, Susanna patted her on the back.

"Susanna, Darling, these undies are positively dreamy. You've been very nice to me--how will I ever make it up to you?"

"Don't be silly," Susanna said.

"I think the rain has let up. I must go now--take care, Susanna."

As she watched Marcia leave, Susanna felt happy, too. Happy that she had given Mareia some joy, and happy that she herself was succeeding--in being accepted as a woman among

women.

Feminine elething had always been her pleasure. It was the mystery and magie of its allure with her own singular tem- perament that led her to her present life. It was two years new since she had opened her lingerie shop and operated under the name of "Susanna”.

She knew, as she slowly removed her wig of beautiful black hair, and detached her life-like "falsies", that this was the way she wanted her life to be. As a "she" who was really a "he"--a female impersonater, or more accurately and ●orrectly--a male transvestite, "she" was positive of this,

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