Going down stairs, I was glad for the kick slit at the back of the skirt. It was a tight a-line in which, like so many women, I limit-walked. My skirt did not snap by being drawn taut, but I did step out as for as it would allow. I had seen this limit-walking in many women before, and so did not feel self-conscious as long as I did not actually snap my skirt. Of course. out on the street, I also had the sound of the metal taps at the tips of my high heels, as they clicked on the concrete sidewalk. These were added to by the feel of the air about my legs, and the general sway that I could put into my hips, narrow as they were, even with the enhancing padded girdle. As I looked at the passersby in costume, I smiled both to them and to myself, knowing the warmth that my lipstick exuded, since it was dark and red enough to be evident even with the last vestiges of twilight fading. Little did they now how elaborate my costume really was