I perched on the edge of my bed and pulled them on. Being control knickers, I had to tuck myself into them… and being a very tight elasticated sateen fabric, they sat firmly on my new hairless crotch. I pulled my own jeans on over them, tightened my belt and donned a t shirt. I rolled a pair of knee high tights up my legs (that being the only type of hosiery I have), and slipped my feet into a pair of baseball shoes. Finally, I looked like I should look even if I don’t feel like I should feel. When I stayed with Aunt Katinka as a child, I spent most Sunday’s wearing a prissy dress or a horrendous skirt & blouse combo. I guess I can be thankful that this time my aunt is restricting her petticoating regime to my underwear and nightwear.