chest it was strapless and it was some time before Margaret managed to get it into position and to pad the cups.

"Hold onto the door handle, Mr. Ian, while I lace you in. The back's got to be closed completely or the dress won't fit."

little bit,

"Lacing? You don't mean tight lacing, do you? "No, only a but it has to be done. "Well - all right."

It seemed Ian that Marg- aret's idea of 'little' and his own differed considerable for, although he told her quite quick- ly that he was beginning to feel that he was being cut in two at the waist, she paid abso- lutely no attention and just kept on pulling him in. By the time sh'd finished and had tied off the laces he found that he was quite unable to breathe except just from his chest, and he was pretry uncomfortable altoghther.

He half thought of stopping then and there, but by that time it was too late. Again she knelt to put on his stockings for him- deep blue, cobwebby fine then paused.

and

"You really should have the right pantie - look - I'll turn my back - you slip off your under- pants and put these on - they're quite secure that'll be much better."

By the time he'd done so, and Margaret had turned back and told him how to pull the suspenders down inside the pantie legs and helped him to clip them to the stocking tops he had begun to feel slightly odd, to feel that everything was getting a bit unreal. 'I'm-I.m ch-changing again-' he thought, - the mirror-'.

Reflected there was the same woman he'd seen last time - breath-takingly beautiful, shapely as a seventeen year old. Crushing down his rising panic he forced himself to remain calm.

Margaret the young cap-

and-apron Margaret, but not so youthful looking as last time- was kneeling at his stockinged feet holding high heeled silver sandals. He looked at the tower- ing heels, appalled, and tried to say 'Those heels are far too high for me', but actally heard Millie ask "Those heels are now all right, are they?', and Margar- et reply 'Yes, Miss Millie, I had the cobbler fix them yesterday.

As Margaret continued his dressing-now that he'd got past the changeover stage he found himself again fairly calm - the pattern of his new existence became more apparent. The more completely Margaret dressed him the more he was taken over by Great-Aunt Millie Quickly she substituted her body for his; much more slowly (and never completely) she took over his mind. Now, as he stood before his mirror, Margaret giving final touches to his dress, he looked at his reflection not gazing romantically, entranced but examining critically, requiring perfection-much more Millie than Ian. But still, Ian did look too-looked at his bare strap-free shoulders rising, creamy white, out of the gleaming, jewel studded cuirass of the midnight blue gown, at the long blue gloves reaching high above his elbows, at the very full skirt falling in a multitude of folds to the floor at the glittering saphire choker round his neck, the matching earrings, the faultless hair, the immaculate make up. Millie was satisfied with what she and Margaret had wrought. Ian was thrilled beyond all imagining at the thought, the feel, the reflected image of himself.

"That's all right, thank you, Margaret what time is it?"

"A quarter to eight, Miss

Millie."

"Has Colonel Dawson arrived yet, do you know?" "I think I heard him a few minutes ago."

"Very well."

With the fur stole which Margaret offered over his arm, and with purse in hand, Ian walked to the door and down the long staircase, his free hand holding up the front of his skirt, the movement of his silk covered legs against the heavy taffeta slip rustling loudly. 'Colonel Dawson?" he thought to himself 'who the heck is Colonel Dawson?'. But he entered the drawing room Millie took over.

"Good

dear,"

evening,

"Evening, Millie - charming you look."

Jim,

how

"Thank you, dear always like to look my best when I'm going out with you.'

A couple of sherries and they were on their way in the Colonel's car to Scadmore Hall where Eve Merriman's parents were holding a Ball to celebrate their daughter:s twenty-first birthday. It was all so familiar to Millie - the road, the house, her partner, all the other guests but so completely new to Ian. Fortunately for his peace of mind he quickly discovered that it was perfectly safe just to sit back and relax and let Millie take over in any situa- tion in which he was doubt- ful she could cope with anything while he could venture to use his own mind in simpler situations. He began to enjoy himself immensely.

The evening seemed to fly past. He discovered that he was an excellent performer in old fashioned and modern ballroom dancing, but that he didn't join in the frenetic modern styles (as Ian might have done), not because he couldn't do but because at sixty-two he had to husband his energy for acti- vities which he liked better. He delighted in the amount of attention he received never in the whole evening was he completely unaccompanied, and most of the time he was at the center of a laughing, happy