nightgown, which was a very pretty blue nylon trimmed with lace. As I look back now I realize that at that moment I was lost to the world of feminine clothing. The thrill was unmistakable, but the numbness of my frightening situation took some of it away. Carol call- ed through my closed door to wash my underwear, sox and shirt in the bathroom and hang them up to dry. I did so and when I returned to my bedroom I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The nighty was a beau- tiful creation and though it fitted me well, as I was almost Carol's size, the lack of curves made it look a bit ludicruous. I did like the feel of it though, and after looking myself over in the mirror from various angles, I actually smiled to myself and went to bed.

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I must have been exhausted, as the next thing I knew, Carol was knocking at the door telling me it was after nine and to get up. As I awoke I smelled bacon and coffee and I was very hungry. It was then, as I climbed out of bed that I realized I was still wear- ing the nightgown. Carol called through the door again and told me to hurry and wash up as breakfast was ready, and to come before it got cold. The night- gown was somewhat transparent and I didn't want to go to breakfast like that so I asked Carol to bring my clothes from the bathroom. A second later she was back at my door, "here's a bathrobe and slippers to wear to breakfast, but hurry it's getting cold, she said as the door opened and a hand dropped the things on the floor. The bathrobe and slippers were really a diaphonous peignoir and mules. The peignoir was of blue nylon with lace trim and obviously was the other half of the set to which my nightie belonged. The mules were satin, blue to match the gown and had 1 1/2 inch heels with small bows on the instep. In the cold light of morning I felt that I'd better put a stop to this and shouted to Carol that I wouldn't wear the items and again asked for my clothes. She came to the door and said in a firm voice, "Stop being juven- ile. Put them on, come out to breakfast and be quick about it." She sounded angry and not wanting to cause trouble, I complied. The peignoir and mules fitted well as did the nightie and I couldn't resist looking at myself in the mirror. My great fear was that I would look ridiculous to Carol so with much trepidation I

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