TELE STOPY

BANGS, BEADS,

BANGLES AND BLOOMERS

By Oona

Canada

"Gather it in your fingers first and then pull the foot on. Now, draw it on, keeping the nylon stretched all the time. See?" My wife Alison, seated by me on the edge of her bed, settled the elastic "stay-up" top around the soft whiteness of her upper thigh. As the ads say, stay-up hose "eliminates fussing with garters and avoids unsightly bumps under your dress." She is not fond of pantie-hose, preferring her stay-ups— perhaps once in an evening she might have to pull up the tops a little.

I copied her as best I could with the other stocking of the pair. I was wearing my undershirt and shorts. It did not come quite so high up my leg, of course, but it seemed to be the answer for the costume I was to wear next week at a Halloween party. I had not dressed up since we had married, six years before, and the only remaining things were a sleeve- less blue shift Alison had adapted for a Gay Twenties party, a slip, a pair of bloomers and a pair of medium-heeled black patent shoes. I had respected her wishes all these years, and beyond donning a pair of her panties occasionally with her full approval I had not dressed up as a woman in all that time. But when this party invitation came it was she who suggested we dig out the dress and see if it was all right.

I took it out from the back of the guest-room closet, removed the hanger and slipped out the underthings from the crossbar. In moments I had donned the bloomers, the slip and the dress. I had put on a little weight but it still fitted beautifully. Not having any stockings I powdered my feet before slipping them into the pumps; then I teetered downstairs. Alison, who is a first-class dressmaker, eyed the dress critically, had me turn around once or twice, and decided she would shorten it a little and at the same time cut a frill into the hem it was one of those dresses that can have the hem cut to suit the wearer, and that without any fray-

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