Christine, N.Z.

TRUE STORY

CHRISTINA'S ODYSSEY

As a prelude to a short winter holiday on one of the nearer Pacific islands, I planned to drive half way in easy stages to a certain city where my GG would fly to meet me (she was having less holidays than I), and we would then drive together to the city in the north from which we'd fly out to the Pacific.

I duly set off, as my brother, but with a vague resolve to pack him away at the earliest possible opportunity, and for as long as possible. My wardrobe was necessarily limited, but, I thought, adequate, hav- ing carefully suggested three changes of clothing, one (best, favourite) wig, and the minimum of makeup, jewelry, etc.

On the first afternoon, I soon arrived at the home of my GG friend, a divorcee living alone, where we had tea, chatted, then I had a long soak in the bath. Already feeling deliciously voluptuous in the warm and completely accepted atmosphere, I felt all the cares slip away as I powdered my shaven body, and dressed slowly and care- fully.

First my bra with jelly-filled inserts, then a small suspender-belt and a pair of sheer nylons, flesh-toned; then a deep roll-on girdle and a second pair of nylons. In winter I prefer double quota for warmth, as I haven't the youthful resistance to cold winter weather. Sometimes at this stage I add an all-in-one foundation garment but

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