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little embarrassed at the idea of having Grace and Anna see me in that state. However, I summoned my nerve, rang the bell and soon Grace and Anna came in. I felt myself blushing, but they took no notice and were very business like. Anna adjusted my cor- set which I had not put on exactly right, not quite being in the center, and then she and Grace started to lace me in. I had often worn a tight corset, but I realized that now I was to know what it meant to be really tightly laced in, if I were to wear Grace's dresses, and attain her waist measurement, which I wished very much to do. So I decided to make no complaint no matter what they did to me. I was in their hands. Grace laced me in several inches until my waist was as small as it had ever been be- fore, but the corset was far from meeting at the back. I was told to walk around a bit to get my body adjusted to it, and then I was told to lie down on the davenport, face down, which I did.

"Now relax,

"That relaxes your muscles, which are in use when you are standing up," said Grace. and we will do the rest."

I had never thought of that, but I found that it was true. As I lay there on the cushions, hold- ing fast, Grace and Anna proceeded to draw in my corset strings, inch by inch, while I drew in my waist to make it as small as possible, and expelled my breath, helping all I could. I could feel my waist growing smaller and smaller, but it was a pleasant sensation although of course very uncomfort- able. At last they stopped.

"There you are," said Grace. "I knew we could do it. My corset fits you perfectly, and you have my figure, and are all ready to try on my dresses."

I was laced so tightly that I had difficulty in getting up from the davenport, so Anna laughingly gave me a hand, saying that few men had such nice curves, and I should be pround of my figure.