Marian and J. C. got along well together. He had never seen any more of her pretty things except the outer garments she wore. Vaguely he felt disappointed.

One day his parents, aunt and uncle decided to take a fast trip to visit a manufacturing plant. They would be gone about two hours. Neither J. C. nor Marian were invited as it was felt that they would not be much interested. When the elders left, Marian was in her room and J. C. in his. He had a sudden wish for a drink and went to the kitchen to the refrigerator. While there it occurred to him that Marian might like a refreshing drink too. He poured one and carried it upstairs. He knocked on the door. The door opened and before him stood Marian in a sweet white kimono and pretty fluffy slippers. Instantly, and this J. C. could not understand, he felt as though he were in Mar- ian's place, but quickly, he was himself again. The feeling, however, had been both astonishing and stran- gely delightful. There had not been any thought of sports; only the feeling of what the girlish garments might feel like.

Then he came to himself and offered the glass to Marian who had been regarding him curiously. Then she astonished him by saying, "J. C. (I don't like those initials), I suddenly felt that in some way you felt you were me. I also felt that you also liked girls' clothing."

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"Oh no!" was his first reply, but then the realist in him made him say, "Yes perhaps I really did. A s he said these words his mother came to his mind and he began to tell Marian about the mannikin.

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Wait, said Marian, "Let's go to the living room and talk. She turned a little as she said this and the swish opened the kimono to reveal dainty lacy briefs before the gown fell in place again.

This time J. C. felt really envious of his cousin and as they walked down the stairs he said, "Yes Mar- ian, it is clear to me now I must always have wanted to feel the touch of girls' clothes but I never have.

"How could you?" asked Marian, "You have no 45.