tarted for
a long day's picnic with some friends, and took Mary to attend upon her.

Mamma took her breakfast in bed, so I went to say good-morning and kiss
her; she was asleep and I had a grand view of her really magnificent
bosom, as being very warm weather, she had on only a low necked
chemise; how long I stood to admire the snowy whiteness of the large
full bosoms as they rose and feel under my ardent gaze at each
respiration, and I was going to awaken her by kissing them, when a
sudden idea pleased me better; going to the drawers where I knew she
kept her under clothing, I selected a pink silk chemise, and was about
to take a pair of black silk drawers, only my eyes lighted upon some
open net-work tights of dark blue silk, a pair of golden garters,
lovely blue silk hose and a pretty pair of Turkish slippers, which
looked just made for my small feet; looking in the wardrobe I spied a
duck of a dressing gown, of almost transparent white muslin, which
would show the figure inside and display the most attractive charms.

Running away to the nursery on the next corridor, I soon put off my own
things, arrayed myself in the feminine attire, and, looking in the
glass opened the dressing gown and lifted up my chemise to see how I
looked beneath. Neither my Mamma or my Aunt were big women; they were
rather what I call the thoroughbred type, about the Venus height and
slim, with splendid bottoms which I know must have been cultivated by
the most careful corsetage from earliest girlhood, so being a well
grown boy, the things just suited me. But to return to the
looking-glass, it made me in love with myself; the pretty stockings,
legs, garters and slippers, but what almost took my breath away was the
sight of the blue open network tights, which my ample thighs filled up
so that they fitted me to perfection, the blue showing up the flesh
tint beneath in a most ravishing manner and my Cock actually began to
stand as I contemplated the sight of myself, and thought of the effect
it might have on my Mamma. I felt so wicked, and as I passed along the
corridor--"La, what a pretty girl you make, Master Percy," came from a
pretty young chamber maid, as I passed her. "Do you think so, Patty," I
replied, "Just look at my chemise and how I am dressed underneath,"
opening my robe to give her a view. I felt so full of devilry that I
was half inclined to pull her into the nursery for a game.

"My Goodness!" she exclaimed, in surprise, "tigh