Frances ME-1-G FPE

THE LADY AND

THE LAW

TRUE STORY

I arrived at the big motel south of Rochester, N.Y. early Sunday afternoon. I had been to my 50th college reunion and was on my way to visit friends in Rochester but they didn't expect me until Monday after- noon. I looked forward with exciting pleasure to the precious 24 hours to dress in the feminine clothes I had brought with me.

In the air conditioned room I quickly bathed, shaved and started dressing. First my nylon support hose (I am 71 and like the extra sup- port), over which I wore black Shin-Shams and patent leather pumps with four-inch heels. Then my custom-made well-boned girdle and my long-line bra with built-in falsies. Now, tingling with excitement, I pull- ed on a well-made panty girdle equipped with hip and fanny pads and then my form-fitting slip. My foundation complete and pleased with the reflection of my figure in the mirror, I was ready for make-up. I tried not to overdo it but I'm afraid my lipstick was too red for a woman of my age. I chose a black and yellow cotton print dress that zipped up the front to my neck. The skirt flared out in voluminous folds over my hips coming down to just below my knees. The bodice fitted tightly around my well-corseted twenty-nine inch waist and over my bosom accen- tuating my falsies very nicely. With my wig in place, earrings, necklace and bracelets on, wearing smooth black kid gloves and carry- ing my new black patent leather handbag, I was sure nobody would recognize the little old man that had checked in earlier.

Now, handbag on arm I stepped out to get something out of my car. A young woman with a child was just checking in the room next door. She smiled a pleasant greeting and I nodded and smiled back and went about unlocking my car and getting the things I wanted. I could see she was observing me from her reflection in my car window.

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