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frock unlocked. My perceptive daughter saw it and noticed it did not belong to her mother. She started asking awkward questions when my wife came out of the hospital. Then the greatest miracle of my life took place. In order to relieve her mind as she was rightfully thinking all kinds about me, I decided I had to introduce Alga. It was the real shock treat- ment and it took six months for her to accept Alga. Thanks to Virginia's writings her acceptance was made easier with the help of her own exceptionally generous and tolerant mind. Historically her first introduction to Alga took place in the very same London Hotel where Alga first came out to the outside world. We were both very tense and full of real, and imaginary doubts. This time hearts as well as knees were pounding and when I emerged in my blue tricel dress she was tolerant of Alga and from that time on she has supervised my clothes, made some of them, allowed my hair to grow and showed me how to fix it for business too.

From then on we decided to allow Alga to stay on layer under. This is carried out to the last detail. I always wear deep boned bras, slip, panties in summer, silk bloomers in winter, an old fashioned laced, boned girdle which I have adjusted and dark nylons. No one ever mentions the nylons they only compliment me on my trim figure and relaxed appear- ence. Washing and ironing are troublesome and needle- work is time consuming. Girdles all the time can be hard in warm weather but are a marvellous back support. When the family are in bed or away Alga just slips out of slacks (I never wear trousers always side zip girls tapered) I have only one formal suit for funerals and such occassions.

Always one layer under made Alga part, of all my work and avoids the gripping frustration to which we are all so prone. In "One Layer Under" Part Two, Alga will tell of her adventures and experiences as seen by an Irish Colleen.

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