20-CONTEMPORARY TV FICTION

He pulled up his shirt tails. "And PANTIES! They're so damn FRILLY and swish against my jeans when I walk. Can you hear it? The noise's driving ME nuts!"

But before I could open my mouth, Wayne unbuttoned his flannel shirt. "See my new undershirts?"

It was a camisole! Plain with just a little lace at the bodice. Curious, I ran my fingertips up the shimmering white silk to its micro thin straps. "GOSH! I'd get the WILLIES wearing

that!'

"That's how I feel! Rita says lingerie will help me feel UNI-SEX and prepare me for modeling. Thank goodness Mom got me excused from gym class!"

The bell for our next class rang just as Wayne buckled his belt. "See ya later, huh?" I asked.

"Maybe not for a while. You see..."

"I'm your friend, REMEMBER? If not me, who can you trust?"

"OKAY! Come by after school. But don't blame me if you don't like what you see!"

Students jammed the corridor as we shuffled out from the washroom. His oblique warning left me wondering, but the images my vivid imagination conjured up were frightfully bizarre!

I banged on Wayne's front door a good five minutes. I was about to leave when he faintly called, "Wait! I'll be right down!"

The door opened a crack, but no one was behind it. As I pushed it open, he shouted, "I'm back upstairs!"

"I HATE mysteries, Wayne. "What's with this secrecy crap!"

"Look up and find out."

There, on the landing, Wayne stood with hands on hips. "Can you fault me?" he whimpered.

"Girls' clothes...AGAIN? What gives?"

"TRAINING!" he snipped. "Wayne has to learn to walk in skirts?" he mimicked his sister's voice. . .remarkably well! Wayne patted a stray tendril of dark brown hair into place within his loosely brushed hairdo. But as he did, I caught a brief glimpse of his crimson polished fingernails.

"That's nice," I stammered, at a lose for words. "I mean. ..the miniskirt's WILD!"

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"Gee thanks!" he grunted, smoothing the long sleeves of his black knit turtleneck top. 'At least for now I can wear flats with these damn opaque black tights. Soon I'll be in PUMPS!" "PUMPS?"

Wayne made an abrupt about face as I followed him into his bedroom. As he walked, I couldn't help but detect a slight hip wiggle that was never there before!

At his mirrored vanity, he took a mascara wand and focused on his reflection. "Sorry, but I left off here when I heard you knocking."

"You NUTS?" I gasped as Wayne girlishly crossed his thighs. "You DON'T have to do that around me!"

"I warned you, Ron! This is what I have to do. I wear women's clothes everyday after school and the weekends. .And feminine posture's a must. So if you're still on my side, get used to it!"

Opening a tube, Wayne focused into the mirror. With remarkably deftness, he smoothed the glistening red lipstick across this full lips, blotting with a tissue.

"Almost done," he droned, adding some rosy blush to his smooth cheeks. "THERE! How do I look?"

"Well, like your sister," I confessed. "Sorry, pal. I just call them like I see them."

"Could be worse," he chuckled. "I could look like YOU in a skirt!"

The joke cleared the air and we shared a hearty laugh. All dolled up and using effected feminine mannerisms, Wayne was, after all, my best friend.

"Stay for dinner, Ron? We have plenty, I'm not eating much.'

"Pass," I said, changing the subject, I asked, "Is that your sister's skirt?"

Suddenly, all the color drained from Wayne's face. Even his blush cheek didn't help to hide his sullen and upset expression.

"I'm sorry, man, I didn't mean..."

"That's okay," he sadly sighed. "I'll show you."

As the bi-fold doors slid apart, I couldn't believe my eyes. Dresses, skirts and colorful blouses crammed the closet! "Your's?"