gear in the bathroom and took that hot shower.

When I was drying myself I noticed my Aunt's pink dressing gown hanging on the back of the bathroom door and was drawn to it as if it were a magnet. It brought back memories of those many times at home when I would secretly slip into my mother's tricolored rayon housecoat and do a few practice pirouettes. Aunt Catherine's robe, upon closer inspection, proved to be quite a different article altogether. It was a heavy silk affair with a plain sash tie and went down almost to my ankles. It felt lush to say the very least, and I just had to see how it looked in the full length mirror on her bedroom closet door. It looked as lovely as it felt and it tempted me to investigate further what oth- er dainty things lay hidden in those nearby drawers that I might just try on before the 'all seeing' mirror. A quick look revealed a drawer full of filmy lingerie and all manner of foundations, and another drawer full of knit sweaters and hosiery. There was a cotton bag full of discarded silk (and rayon) stockings in the draw- er with the hosiery. I took out two of the rayon stock- ings that appeared to be the same shade and gently smoothed them up onto my legs. Then, returning to the lingerie drawer I selected a pink, two way stretch girdle and stepping in, pulled it up into place and an- chored it to the stocking tops. I also put on one of my Aunt's pink satin bras, and stuffed a pair of panties in- to each cup. I was quite pleased with the result be- cause it seemed that Aunt Catherine's things fit me better than Mother's ever did. The only shoes in the closet that fit me were a pair of black kid, open toe, sandles with a two and a quarter inch heel, and I used the last hole in the strap to fasten the buckle. Then to complete the outfit I eased myself into a white silk slip and a paisley print silk dress. It was just like a dream. I walked up in front of the mirror, paused, stepped back, turned, and walked away several times before seeing the jewelry box on the vanity. This would be the frosting on the cake. I tried several ear- ings and necklace combinations before settling on a pearl choker and matching pearl earrings, and a thick gold, antique bracelet. Then back to the mirror again.

I was happy as a lark until I turned from the mir-

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