Transvestia

So each morning Helen arises and dons her lovely lingerie. Sometimes extensively depending upon the weather and the days planned activity. Normaly Helen would wear nylons girdle panties and a chemise. Over this would go white shirt, tie and suit.

On one particular day the weather was humid and I elected to wear only panties, so perhaps fortune smiles on us preferentially after all.

I was injured in the plant. Completely dis- abled. There was no opportunity to retreat to a secluded area and remove my lovely lace trimmed panties. I was rapidly moved to the plant hospital and after much probing and fussing on the part of the medical staff I was ordered to disrobe for X-ray. I could have refused of course but that might have have proved even more foolish.

So gathering my courage I disrobed and stood before them in the panties I love so much, and I awaited the reaction I was sure would come,

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The X-ray technician, a girl, commented first and of all things she said "My, those are pretty The doctor said nothing and seemed unconcerned and I really think he was.

The only adverse comment came from an older nurse who said "I trust you will have more appro- priate underthings for your next visit. To which I replied "Don't bet on it". And that was it.

Calm acceptance of my preference in lingerie.

Had I been wearing a more extensive selection would their reaction have been more pronounced? I don't know. Perhaps I'll find out soon. The price of having Helen with me every day is eventual ex- posure. I have known this from the start and when it came I was emotionally prepared for it. I am not ashamed of my femininity. It is a blessing which

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