Transvestia

pany was consolidated with a larger one and most of the employees were given serverance pay and best wishes for the future. I was one of them. I got to work send- ing letters and having interviews but most large com- panies had good sales managers and thus I spent my days at home writing letters of application and getting more despondent by the hour. On one of these occasions while Lois was out shopping with Jan Barton I thought about the clothes I had worn at the party, and took them out. Suddenly I determined to put them on. To this day I don't know why, it was just an uncontrolable urge. short order I was completely dressed, and made up and set the wig in place. I wandered around the house watching my progress in the many mirrors, and found myself down in the game room mixing myself a drink at the bar. I was on my third Martini when the front door opened and Lois arrived. She called for me and throwing caution to the winds I told her to come down for a drink. She did, but horror of horrors, Jan was with her. There I stood all decked out in dress, high heels, wig and make- up, a drink in my hand and a surprised look on my face. But the surprised look on their faces I'm sure was greater than mine.

Jan was first to recover. "Hey, the Belle of the Ball is back with us." I just grinned in a sick manner and Lois frowned a little and then asked for a drink. While I mixed them Jan said, we should have taken him shop- ping with us, instead of leaving him here alone."

"I'm afraid that dress would have been too formal for the occasion, Lois replied. "It's the only one he has you know."

"What size does he wear?" Jan asked.

'A fourteen,

Why?"

"I'm a fourteen. He could wear something of mine. In fact I have just the one for him. It's just a bit long for me and his white patent pumps would go great with

it.'

I finished mixing the drinks and after drinking them along with some small talk, Jan left.