before he accepted that she was, in fact, his own reflection,

But this was no youth in slip and stockings. This was a real woman a genuine female. Urgently he looked down at his bra and felt within

It was not cotton wool padding but real, warm flesh and blood - his own flesh and blood. His back to the maid he searched further. The swelling hips con- fined in the girdle were his own unaided hips, and there was nothing nothing at all fur-

ther down. And only the silky panties covered the smooth vel- vet skin over soft flesh. He looked back in the mirror. His familiar short dark hair- cut was now long and fair and styled elegantly around the neat head and the expertly made up face. He could sense the taste and perfume of the lipstick. Now really frightened he said, and even in his anxiety realized that he spoke with the voice of a mature female, "Margaret I think I've changed my mind", and began agitatedly to und-

ress.

As slip, and then panties fell to the floor and he strug- gled awkwardly with the bra he found, to his immense relief, that Ian had reappeared short hair, skinny figure, obvious padding. He looked around. The bedroom was back to normal. Margaret was once again Mar- garet.

"Margaret, I want to try again another day really get fully dressed and made up and all the rest. But but I just don't feel like it any more at the moment.

"All right, Mr. Ian, when- ever you're ready just say and we'll have another try. I'm really looking forward to seeing Miss Millie again!"

Thoroughly confused in his mind over what had happened Ian spent the evening in deep and worried thought. He had no way of telling what the truth of the situation situation was but it seemed possible that it was the

same sort of hallucination which he'd experienced with the pic- ture in the hall but to a greater degree. Perhaps Great-Aunt

Millie's Wonderful

personality

was so powerful that it lived on in these very special clothes of hers and when he put them on she, as it were, took over and her body reappeared in his place. But not here mind' At least - well, he'd felt different in so many ways but he knew quite well that he was still Ian. A thought

crossed his

mind was the maid he'd seen really the young Margaret? Had he not only been taken over by Great-Aunt Millie but also actually translated back in time to the very occasion on which she had worn those clothes? he rang for Margaret.

"Margaret, when my great- aunt was dressing in that outfit all those years ago, do you re- member if she changed her mind when she was half dressed and decided to wear the honey coloured outfit and not some- thing different something for which you have already got everything out ready?”

"Why, yes, she did. I remember it clearly because I was still very new to lady's maiding and, when she said calmly, 'Margaret I think I've changed changed my mind', I panicked a bit for I thought I'd not have enough time to get her ready. But how did you know?"

"Had she been going to wear a blue dress - pale blue, not a navy?"

She looked at him in astonishment.

"Yes

it was a suit, not a dress ice blue. But how on earth did you know that?" "I I don't know per- haps I just visualized it when you were dressing me."

The whole experience had been so real to lan that it was some time before he dared think of trying again, but eventually the urge to be dressed and made up had grown to such an extent

that it completely overwhelmed the fright he had received. 'Next time', he thought, I'm not going to be put off. I'm going to go through with it right to the end, end, till I'm completely dressed and made up- and then I'll stay like that for a while, for some hours at least.' He needn't have worried about deciding what he would do that aspect had already been taken care of. His opportunity came when a dinner, to which he had been invited, had to be cancelled at the last minute. At half past six he decided. "Margaret I want you

dress me in Great-Aunt Millie's clothes, please! Now!" 'Before I lose my nerve' he added to himself.

"Of course, Mr. Ian. I've been hoping you'd try again. I'll go upstairs straight away." "I'll meet you there."

This time she opened a dif- ferent cupboard, a little later in date than the other. Ian exa- mined the labels and finally decided on a box marked 'Eve Merriman's Birthday Ball. 12th October, 1955. Blue Taffeta.'

"I'll have this one, please." Margaret read the label. "Oh, this is lovely. Even though by that time Miss Millie was let's see sixty two, she had such a beautiful figure and so young a face she could wear clothes really more suitable for a much younger woman and still get away with it perfectly. This is gorgeous - you'll see."

Carefully carrying the box and the sheeted dress she followed Ian to his bedroom where while he excitedly strip- ped to his pants, she hung the still hidden dress at the back of the door and started to remove things from the box.

Again the struggle to get the foundation over his towel-pad- ded hips, and this time there was more of it. It was a corselette, quite firmly boned, and it only opened at the back where it was closee by lacing. Securely holding him from thigh to mid-