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feeling I had first experienced years before at school swept over me. The drawer had been packed with my mother's lingerie. I suppose she must have run out of storage space during the time I had been away and had used my nearly empty wardrobe to store some of her less used items.

The vision of my school friends on stage passed across my mind, at last I could find out how it felt to dress as a girl. All thoughts of my date with Carol for- gotten, I slipped off my bathrobe and picking up a pair of panties put them on. They were of pale blue nylon with a slightly darker blue nylon lace trim. They fitted me almost perfectly and it was only then that I recalled that during the past few months Mother had put on a lot of weight, and these were items she must have stored away because they had become too small for her. I trem- bled with excitement as I stood looking down at all those dainty undies scattered on the carpet, everything was there, bras, girdles, panties and slips, there were even several new pairs of nylons still in their cellophane packs. Pulling myself together I picked everything up and put them on the bed. Very quickly they were sorted out and I soon found there was complete outfits to match the panties I had put on, a dainty bra trimmed with the same dark lace, a girdle and a matching waist slip. The bra came first and I made several vain attempts to fasten the hooks at the back before I discovered how to put it on by doing the hooks up at the front, sliding it round and then putting up my arms through the shoulder straps. My knowledge of feminine underclothes was so limited I even pulled the girdle on over my panties before I realized my mistake. Quickly a pair of nylons were pulled from the packet. In my excitement, I completely ruined one pair before I found out how to get them on and my skin tingled with pleasure as I pulled down the suspenders and fastened them to the nylons. After several minutes of self admiration in the mirror, I decided to look for a dress or a skirt of some description. Since mother was particularly tidy in her habits I knew it would be foolhardy to interfere with her wardrobe, but I found the next drawer in mine was full of treasures, there were dresses, skirts, blouses and jumpers all care- fully packed away. Picking out a full skirted blue print dress I slipped it on and back again to the mirror to see how I looked. The reflection that gazed back at me

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