Post Script:
Alan met his landlady on his way into his apartment, and wasn't sure how to explain why he was still dressed that following day. His reluctance to give up what he had on was his only thought in those minutes.
At least, he thought that until his landlady mentioned that she was fixing breakfast, and wouldn't mind him joining her if he didn't mind staying dressed for a bit longer. Alan, of course, didn't mind at all, and discovered when he entered her place that she'd been going through a number of things she had from back then.
She offered him a shower while she did the bacon, and a quilted pink robe to wear over his nightgown if he didn't mind. She had said that last part while moving in close enough to offer him a kiss before he could answer no.
He was drying himself off while looking at the outfit he was going to put on, wondering over that night's and this day's events. His smile formed, once again, as he powdered himself before gathering the light pink nightgown into his hands.
The Seventies and those ladies growing up in those times were certainly different from the girls he knew of now. He was glad of that, he mused, as the nightgown fell to his knees.
THE END
This story was written by Mary Beth Sanford, based on a dress of mine. It was gone from online until now, and I am restoring it from a printed copy. I was unable to contact Mary Beth Sanford to get permission.