ing me a pair of black silk hose, very sheer for those days, she said, "You can be putting these on while I get the rest ready."

I snorted, "Why I don't have to wear these, just so you can see how I look with a dress on."

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"Oh stop your beefing! We're really going to dress you. Now put those on." Grumbling to myself I took them up and gingerly slipped them on. Aunt then asked me to stand, and after straight- ening the seams, she fastened the garters. "Now this is next", said, handing me another bundle of cloth, "We want you to be proper- ly modest in case the wind should blow up your skirts." I unfolded the garment and found it was a pair of bloomers, like the chemise, of silk and lace, and much too sheer to be much help in promoting modesty. By that time the joke of my dressing as a woman had real- ly begun to take hold of me, so I stepped into the bloomers with little embarrassment. Next Aunt handed me a white silk slip, or petticoat, with a lace trimmed bodice and wide lace shoulder straps and after that a sheer and frilly white blouse, and a plain navy blue skirt--which, of course, came to the floor.

While Aunt left the room on some errand, I slowly and clumsily got into these clothes--much confused by the complex arrangement of hooks and eyes. But by the time she returned with a pair of high- heeled high buttoned shoes in her hand, I was dressed. She stopped, and after gazing at me for a moment, said, "Davy I thought that you'd look funny dressed in my things, but you don't. You really look quite nice, and I'm going to explore all your possibilities before I let you go. Here, put these on while I get some more things." With that she handed me the shoes and left the room again.

Sitting down, I raised my skirts--with a most peculiar feeling and slipped my feet into the shoes. They, like the clothes, fitted quite well; so I proceeded to button them up. The tight corset made it very difficult to bend over so by the time I had the shoes buttoned I was red in the face, gasping for breath, and glad indeed to stand; but no sooner had I risen than Aunt returned with, of all things, a wig. "Where in the world did you get that?" I asked.

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Oh I had to get it after I had the fever", she replied. hair is about the same color, so it should be alright for you. Please sit down again so I can put it on." I obeyed her, and she proceeded, with deft fingers, to place it on my head, it was equip- ped with elastic so it fitted like a tight cap. When it was ad- justed to her satisfaction, she took the hair pins out of it, and

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