28 -CONTEMPORARY TV FICTION

"You did, aye?" Mrs. Carr suspiciously drawled. "Make yourself at home dear, I'll be right back. RACHEL!”

As I sat in the den, muffled arguing echoed from upstairs. I tried ignoring it, but couldn't help hearing three voices, yet none sounded like Wayne!

"I won't. . .I WON'T!" a distinctively girlish soprano loudly shrilled. "I hate you, Rachel. . .I simply HATE you!" Moments later, Rachel peeked into the den, embarrassed. "Sorry for the delay, Ron. We won't be long."

"You can't hide forever," Mrs. Carr sternly scolded. "He's waiting for you, so get in there NOW!"

Moments later, I saw him. Blushing several shades of red, Wayne minced toward me. "How have you been, Ron?"

"GAWD!" I panted, ogling the figure in the long, red and white stripped, ankle length tube dress. "Wayne? It CAN'T be YOU!"

"It's me," Wayne softly whispered in a high pitched, girlish voice. His darkly lined and mascaraed, doe-like eyes begged for mercy. "Guess I owe you an explanation."

Flashing long, radiant red polished fingernails, he smoothed his hands over his fanny as he sat down. Gracefully crossing

his hampered legs, his tiny feet slid beneath his chair.

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"Gosh, man, I gulped. "What've you gotten yourself into? I don't believe what I'm seeing. This is uni-sex?"

"I guess not," he sadly sighed, pouting his full, crimson

glossed lips. "I don't feel very manly anymore!"

"Hey, you're still my pal?" I said. I was feeling very guilty for not even calling Wayne. Maybe there was something I could have done. Now it was TOO LATE!"

"Sure he said shyly. His features were dainty and his wrist's small and delicate.

Too stunned to speak, I stared at his brilliantly chocolate brown hair. Hanging thick and straight to his shoulder blades, his lengthy, blunt cut bangs shaded long, richly mascaraed eyelashes.

Standing up, Wayne tensely sauntered across the room. His long, tight skirt shortly tethered his stride, making his hips sway and fanny undulate. But the rhythmic clicking his three inch, strapped, red pumps made against the den's hardwood floor confused me!

"LOOK AT ME!" he moaned. "I barely weigh a hundred pounds, my chest's all puffy and BURNS like mad! And my uni-sex training...'

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"WHAT?" I gasped. "You're just PRETENDING! Being a girl model's a dress up game. . .Isn't it?"

"So I thought! But Rita says I won't succeed at uni-sex until I can have a female outlook too. She's training me to THINK like a woman!"

"That's STUPID! Photo posing has NOTHING to do with thinking."

"Yeah, but Mom sides with Rita. Femininity can't be faked. Damn! Why didn't I listen?"

"So what do you do? How do you THINK like a woman?" "By living as one," he sadly confessed. "By being treated as one.. by having the aspirations of one. It's AWFUL! Rachel and Mom train me every waking hour! Hear my voice? I can hardly remember how I used to talk!"

"It's just a bit softer, but I hear the REAL you just fine!" I lied to cheer him up. The fact was, his voice was SO high and airy, I found myself succumbing to the sweet feminized sound!

"Come up to my room, Ron?" Wayne tensely asked. "I'll show you the crap I have to put up with."

Wayne ran his slim, long nailed fingers through his luxuriously long hair, unconsciously tucking it behind his ears. Cringing, I saw twin pairs of gold studs in his double pierced lobes!

"Okay," I hesitated. I was deathly afraid of what I'd see. But he was my best friend and desperately needed my support.

As I followed him up, I couldn't help eying the outline of his tight panties and lacy bra strap. But even more amazing was that his curved hips seemed flared from a slim waist and I couldn't detect padding!

"OOPS!" he gasped, grabbing the banister before tumbling down the stairs. "I DESPISE hobble skirts! Rita says they'll improve my feminine glide, but to me they're just TORTURE

to wear!"

I didn't dare reply. His all TOO womanish outburst made me cringe in fear!

"Where you going, Wayne? Isn't your room over here?" "Not anymore," he bit his lip. "Rita redecorated the guest room. She says my old room inhibits my feminine develop-

ment.

Sure enough, his old bedroom door was locked shut. But when we entered the spare room, my eyes nearly popped from my skull!

"WAYNE! This place's so..."