Transvestia

with a small laundry cart that a hotel workman was pushing around the corner.

I stepped back quickly so that the cart merely scraped lightly along the calf of my leg causing no injury. The hotel worker ran to me apologising pro- fusely as I tried to be as gracious as my sudden fright would permit.

back,'

"I'm very sorry.

" he said.

I didn't expect you to turn

I smiled as best I could under the circumstances. "It's quite alright. It doesn't matter."

"But your stocking is ruined!"

I saw a large snag that the edge of the cart tore when it bumped my leg. "Please step in here, ma'm. The hotel will be pleased to take care of it,' he insisted, indicating one of the shops I had just passed.

"

"No. It was really my fault. There's no reason for you to take the blame. Thank you very much," I said as I turned and walked toward the entrance, pausing to wave to him as he called his appreciation

to me.

This was another new experience. My first time in a lingerie shop. Doubts returned. Would I act the part properly? "What part?" I answered myself.

A dozen or So women milled around the various counters as I entered trying to muster my self-con- fidence. I went directly to the hosiery counter where a woman, obviously in the throes of indicision, fingered several items displayed on the counter rack. She stepped aside as a pert clerk approached.

I help you miss?" she asked me.

"May

"Yes. I've just torn my stocking and I'd like

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