COVER

GIRL

SYLVIA

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Time does fly, as it always has and will, yet, as I look back in time to my own be- ginning. It seems as if it were only yesterday that I had my first experience with feminine apparel, in nineteen-hundred- and-eight, when seven years of age.

I was born in a small town in England in March, nineteen- hundred-and-one, the fourth child. My father, an engineer, was the son of a well known Artist and my mother was a woman of good local family. My mother had a sister, not married, who owned an es- tablished, well know, bakery and confectioner's shop. Events showed that I became my Aunt's "little pet” and I spent nearly all my time living with her, quite a way from my own home.

More often than not I slept with her in the same big bed and many times I witnessed her dressing and undressing, harmless, of course, but I was not missing anything. I can see her now and realize, of course, that her figure was a good one, accentuated by the tight hour- glass corsetting with the lace. around the top and the tightly pulled in lacing. The "singlet", pantalettes and cotton stock- ings, held up by the attached suspenders all came after. It' seemed a perfectly natural thing for me that I should want to be like my "Auntie” and my chance came one evening.

In no time at all I was out of bed and trying to put on her clothes. I got on the stock-