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realised why ladies wore panties, as the fingers of the wind probed under his skirt sending icy shivers up his spine, and he found to his dismay the smooth carpet of grass at the roadside concealed stones and flints as sharp as razors which would make walk- ing barefoot difficult if not impossible. He decided he would have to devise some protection for his feet and opening the case again, tried to fashion some bindings from the flimsy materials, but soon decided it would be useless, he was wearing the only stout cloth the case contained and with the weather deter- iorating rapidly he was not going to remove the dress. Thoughtfully he looked at the shoes, they appeared to be about the right size but he wondered how on earth he would get on in the high heels. Probably they would be more painful than the flints, but picking up the stouter pair he tried them on. His feet swollen from the water and the scramble up the bank refused to slide into them. Then he thought perhaps if I wear a pair of nylons it will make a difference. To his delight the stockings did the trick, his feet slipping easily into the shoes and after a few tentative steps found he could walk reasonably well.

The nylons created another difficulty, he tried rolling them at his ankles but after a couple of steps they again fell over his shoes. Well, he thought, I have gone this far, I might as well go all the way. During his life he had picked up some knowledge of the intricacies of ladies underwear, so stripping off the dress he made his selection from the case. First came a long black nylon corselette, with slightly padded cups it gave him the appearance of a small bust, the nylons were hitched on in seconds and, shivereing violently, he pulled on a pair of black nylon panties, a full length black nylon slip and finally the red dress.

Feeling a little selfconcious in spite of the solitude, Jim picked up his case and again set off. Quickly he adjusted his strides to the restrictions

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