fluid and which in weight and at touch felt almost ex- actly like a eal bosom. A dark, real hair wig com- pleted the purchases of the day which I left at the pl- ace planning to return the following weekend.

This was last week and now I was on my way again. All through the week when alone with myself, I had planned what to do next. Thus leaving the depot I went first to a large shoe store. Here, I explained, or bet- ter tried to explain to the clerk that I wanted a pair of high heeled ladies shoes, pretending that I had to wear them in a play. Whether or not the good man believed my lame explanations, I do not know, although looking back now, I have some doubt. Be it as it may, he had some fine ladies pumps for my large size feet, and soon I found a pair to my liking. From there I went into one of the great department stores near the Kurfuerstendamm, which is Berlin's most fashionable boulevard. Here, I found my shopping business more easy and less embarrassing. Or did I improve myself already? It was not difficult to tell the friendly and understanding salesladies that I wanted to buy stockings and lingerie, panties, chemise and slip for my out-of- town wife. Her size? Well, just about the same fig- ure and height as myself. This seemed to be enough to have her make the right selection. Finally, I bought a very nice, decent gray street dress and, matching it, a pretty blue straw hat with a coquettish little veil around the brim shadowing the eyes, also gloves, a handbag and to carry all my purchases, a black patent leather suitcase. I must admit that this shopping ex- perience was very much to my liking. I was quite sur- prised to see how easy it was to deal with the sales- ladies who seemed to be much more friendly and help- ful. Soon after I arrived with my newly acquired ward- robe at Mrs. K.'s place.

Now the so much longed for change took place. Off came my male clothes. The bra with its inserts made my breasts look and feel like a pretty girl's bosom. The lace trimmed pantie and chemise clung caressing to my skin while the girdle firmly molded my waist and hips, and its garters kept the silk stocking in place, re- vealing a rather pretty looking pair of legs. After the lacy slip completed the underwear, Mrs. K. went to

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