turned and handing me a small bundle of cloth said, "Now go into the next room and put this on." Curiously I unfolded it to find that I was holding a dainty lace-trimmed pink silk chemise. My jaw dropped when I saw it, but before I could protest Aunt took me by the ear and led me into the room saying, "If you say a word I'll twist your ear right off. Now you put this on and be quick about it." With that she left shutting the door after her.

I stood for a minute looking at the chemise--terribly embarr- assed at the thought of putting it on, and almost in the mood to defy her--when suddenly the humor of the situation appealed to me; so laughing to myself I took off my underwear and stepped into the chemise. It was so sheer and dainty that I felt completely naked, and the innate femininity of the garment was very embarrassing, but I shook the feeling off, and after taking a deep breath--opened the door. Aunt looked at me for a moment--then, instead of laughing, she appeared surprised, "Why you don't look at all bad Davy," she exclaimed, "In fact I think it's quite becoming." This remark was more embarrassing than the expected laughter, and I could feel my- self blushing all over. Aunt sensing, or seeing, this turned to the table until I recovered my self possession; then she again put the corset around me, and laced it up till I could hardly breath. But that was only a beginning--giving me the laces to hold, she took some cotton and after shaping it into two balls started to slip them into the bosom of the corset.

"Hey no!" I cried, when I realized her intention, "You can't do that, Aunt." She looked at me in a pert sort of way saying, "Oh can't I? What sort of a dummy do you think you would make with- out the proper bosom?", and with that finished stuffing it in. After shaping the cotton to her satisfaction she said, "There that looks better. Now I can finish the lacing."

I gasped, "My God Aunt! You're not going to lace this any tighter. I'm about cut in two as it is. Aunt walked to the table and taking up a tape, put it around my waist--it measured 21 inches. Then she placed it around her own which measured just 18 inches.

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"Now you see why I have to lace you tighter,' she said.

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"I guess so Aunt, I replied, "But don't be surprised if you kill me."

Aunt laughed, and said, I look pretty good don't I?"

"I'm laced that way all the time, and I was forced to agree, for Aunt was

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