he said that in order to accomplish my goal that I ould have to wear my corsets every day. I agreed nd said if necessary I would sleep in them, and soon was, for I soon found that they could be laced tight- r if worn for long periods at a time.

One day mother told me I could have a dress if desired. Soon she had me in hose, bloomers, corset over, petticoats and shirt waist. She was proud of

e and my waist was a joy to see.

We sold the mineral under our land (coal) and loved to another state. Of course, now I was all girl nd for the next ten years dressed the part. But then ly masculinity began to show (beard) so back to rousers I went. God! how funny they felt and did I ate them.

I would not give up my corsets though and wore hem under my trousers with bloomers, hose and cor- et cover.

Of course, with my twenty inch waist, I had to ave trousers made for me. How the tailor looked hen he was given twenty inch waist and thirty-nine ips, and how careful I had to be slipping them on so s not to rip them.

Well, styles have changed but I still stick by my 1d style corsets. I wear pretty pettipants, slips and ylons all the time. I get a thrill being around the adies in stores and talking with them, knowing that by unmentionables are just as pretty as theirs.

Although I am vainly proud of my small twenty- ix inch waist and wish I dared to flaunt it openly. disguise it with a sport shirt hanging loose outside hy trousers. I wonder what the ladies would say if hey knew that under my male outfit was a corset, lip, pettipants and nylons?

And what would they say once they know this if I nvited them all home for tea and then greeted them ttired completly as a female?

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