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The girl said "What are you waiting for? Hurry up, the program will soon be on the air. We haven't any time to spare.

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But, I said: “Are you serious, you do not want me to undress like that, in front of you two girls."

She started to laugh and said, “do not worry about us, we are used to it. We have been in this trade for years and it is not the first time I've helped a man put on a costume.“

I said to myself that the faster I have my clothes off, the faster I would have the costume on; so, I undressed. When I had only my trunks on, the girl fastened a garter belt to my waist. I told her it was a little tight. She said it had to be like that to permit me to have a slim waist. I was told to sit down in a chair and she helped me with nylon stockings. After they were in place, she told me to stand up and she fastened them to the garters hanging from the belt. She asked me what size my shoes were and she took from a shelf, a pair of cuban-heeled pumps of black calf. I slipped my feet in them and found them a little tight. She told me to walk around the place a little and said they fitted perfectly. It was not my opinion. because I felt they were tight, not be- cause they were too short, but too narrow I had no time to complain about it for she presented me with a white satin padded bra. I slipped my arms through the straps and she fastened the garment in back. Once agam. I felt it was too tight on me. She adjusted the shoulder straps and lowered the bottom of the bra so it circled my waist. I felt more comfortable. She had me step into a white nylon slip that fitted tightly around my waist.

I was beginning to get used to the confinement of my newly ac quired pieces of lingerie and I felt great in them. The shoes were spreading slowly because of the warmth of my feet and I started to feel at ease wearing them. I loved the tightness and the softness of the nylon stockings on my legs and especially on my thighs. I had recovered my regular breath that had been disturbed by the tightness of the garter belt and I loved the tightness it brought to my waist.

While I was beginning to enjoy wearing my feminine undies. she helped me with a white silk blouse with a lace jabot. She buttoned the glass buttons that disappeared under the lace. The blouse had long sleeves ending in lace cuffs of a flower petal shape, covering my hands. I stepped into a grey skirt she held open for me. She lifted it up to my waist and pulled down my slip that had slipped up during that opera-

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