then on I purchased the things I wanted without making any excuses for doing so.

At the present time I can go into any store, purchase anything I want, from foundation garments to mini skirts, and never once try to hide my purchase behind some kind of flimsey excuse. I think if a sales girl said to me, “are you buying this for yourself?” I would answer truthfully and say, “yes I am buying it for myself." It might even be interesting to note the reaction. I have also found that, by not making excuses, I get much fewer incredulous looks from the sales girls than I used to get when I did make excuses. The average person's life is really an uneventful sort of thing, anyhow, so if the sales girls can get some pleasure, after I leave a store, by talking about the man who just bought the panty girdle and padded bra, or the skirt and the lace trimmed blouse, then I'm glad I can bring this small amount of pleasure into their lives. Most sales girls, now, assume the items are for a wife but in one store where I shop quite frequently I feel sure the girl has taken it for granted, for some reason or another, that I am shopping for myself. She has made remarks to help me out like, “a certain dress might be too long in the waist, or a certain skirt is too mini for heavy legs," and I can't believe she is remarking with my wife in mind because, to the best of my knowledge, my wife has never been in this particular store. My wifes build is entirely different than mine anyhow.

now that I had a more complete

But, to get back to my teen-age years wardrobe I started wearing my lingerie under my regular clothing nearly all the time. Even when I went to school. This led to one of the closest mishaps I've ever had in my entire life and I'm sure it must have shortened my life by several years. I had to watch my school curiculum closely to see I wasn't wearing lingerie on the days we had gym classes. Lo and be- hold if I didn't get careless and find myself, one day, on the way to the gymnasium with nothing on under my trousers except a pair of panties. Anyone who thinks it's easy to change into gym trunks, in a lockeroom full of boys, while wearing a pair of lace trimmed pink panties need only try it once. By scrounging down in the corner, behind my shirt tails, I managed to pull the trunks on over the panties. Through the whole class I had to keep watching the legs of my trunks to make sure nothing was showing. I'm sure I couldn't have been discovered, for I'm sure the other boys would have shown me no mercy had I been detected by even one of them.

It seems almost incredible that I have been able to dress this way for so many years without having been caught but I have had many many

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