FICTION

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Tecla 38-M-2 FPE

"No! It's not anything I can explain over the phone! That's why I insist on seeing the manager at once!" There was a pause at the other end. Then, "I shall try to locate him. What was that room num- ber again, please?" "Eighteen-fifteen," I shouted and slammed the receiver in its cradle.

Five minutes ago when I awakened from a sound sleep, I was aware that something was not right. I could not understand quite what it was until I step- ped from the bed. Light, filmy nylon enveloped me. When I stood erect in the gloomy room groping for the light switch, the sensuous fabric swirled about

me.

Like a madman, I tore at the bed covers looking for my pajamas and when they were nowhere in the tangle of blankets and sheets, I stretched the del- icate nylon out at the sides and discovered that I nad awakened in a woman's "Shortie" nightgown!

Before I thought of how I was going to explain it, I was shouting into the telephone for the man- ager. This was a first class hotel and I was not about to stand for this sort of carrying on. Now that he was on his way, I decided to check and see if anything else in my room had been disturbed.

My eye fell to the bags in the luggage rack. They were not mine! Two round baby-blue suitcases and small trunk were there in place of mine. "What's going on here?" I murmured to myself as I flung them open to discover a neatly packed feminine ward- robe: slips, panties, girdles, bras, stockings. threw open the door to my closet to find that my suits were gone too. In their place hung a complete array of dresses.

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