Transvestia

He tried a wax treatment of his beard, but no matter what he did, his beard remained the same. George, however, was ingenious and he practiced cold shaving with a straight razor and found that he could shave his would be mustache and chin beard with a straight razor without any lather. It was painful but George wanted desperately to go. We also decided that George should go as an older woman with a hat and a light veil. He did not dare make it too heavy, for fear someone would become suspicious. Despite his beard difficulties how- ever, George had some other distinct advantages. Both George and I had also been trying to trim our waists by diet, which really wasn't necessary on the food the Ger- mans fed us, but also by applying our waist cinchers tighter and tighter. Without even putting a bra on but with the waist cincher drawn tight George had almost a "B" cup. As a result with a tight corset on, George needed little padding at all. I was rather slim myself, and stood 5'8" in my stocking feet. While the waist cincher did give me the beginning of an hour glass figure I had to pad both my busts and hips.

As we became more and more proficient in our re- cently assumed feminine role, I found that what had be- gun as an escape lark began to turn into something more serious. I found that I was throwing myself into the fe- male role almost unconsciously, and perhaps even more surprising, I was beginning to enjoy it. I shaved my body all over and delighted in the feeling of putting on my silk underclothes and even began to enjoy my tight corset. I practiced putting on makeup hour after hour until I became as proficient as women who had done it all their lives. Somehow or other I confided my new secret delights to George, who was now beginning to be called Georgia as I was called Barbara, by the fellows in the barracks. Georgia confessed that she too enjoyed it, but then shocked me somewhat by saying that even in civilian life he had often dressed in his wife's clothes and that actually he had had considerable experience. Georgia was somewhat shorter than I, I would say about 5'7" but weighed a good 50 pounds more. I must admit that he, despite the maternal look he affected, was a nice looking woman. He said that I was gorgeous and I must admit as I looked at myself in the mirror with my

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