warmth than does a tightly-fitting garment. Personally, when I dressed up fairly regularly, in contemporary clothes, I rarely wore bloomers, preferring the presently-conventional elastic-leg nylon, or nylon satilene, panties matching the slip I was wearing.

Alison pressed the chiffon attached to the dress, after painstakingly frilling the hem with scissors, hung it up in readiness in the guest room, laying on the bed the freshly-ironed underwear, folded in that neat way that only women seem able to do. She added the stretch-panties to the collection. A day or two before the party she returned from shop- ping with a pair of white mesh stretch stockings, the kind with the elasticized tops, the wrapper depicting a beautiful young girl with her slip flirtaciously flipped up to show how beautiful one's legs became when wearing this brand of hosiery. Alison said she'd admired some heavier stockings in pale blue, in a beautifully embossed, lacy pattern, but was reluctant to spend six dollars for my wearing them just once I take size 11 long, she 91⁄2 long, so she would have been unable to wear them.

The evening of the party I bathed, shaved my legs with the electric razor Alison uses for the same purpose, smoothed talcum powder over them, and began to dress. The stretch briefs were perfect, even pulling in my waist a little, not that it really mattered, though, with a shift dress that hung straight down from the shoulders. Very carefully I eased the new stockings up my legs, settling the stretch tops high up my thighs. I picked up the knickers from the bed, held them before me, pointed one foot through the leg opening, then the other one, and drew them up. The leg elastics pressed into my knees on the way, the waist elastic snapped gently into my waist as I released it, and I began to tremble as I had done that day long ago at Mrs. Finlay's. Stepping in my shoes I walked happily into our main bedroom, my slip over my arm I just had to admire myself in the dressing mirror. My legs were still quite good, my ankles slim flattered, of course, by the shoes and the white stockings I thought most appropriate for the costume. The heavyish blue material of the knickers folded down softly over the leg elastics, which show only when one is sitting down if one has nothing else on, of course! They ended about six inches above my knees. I eased the slip over my head and arms, and was pleased with the way it clung into my waist then curved out over my hips. It is quite an expensive one, the lace at the bust and hem being attached over the material, not just tacked on. The lace is gray, rather attractive over pale blue nylon. I had a moment of regret that the bust cups of the slip had no padded bra to fill them out, but in the twenties busts were out (no pun intended).