Transvestia

and mascara.

I looked at my image and blinked. Some

vaguely familiar female was blinking back.

"Really, hon..." I started to say.

"Hold still while I do your lips!" She held me by the chin and stroked the lipstick on me with expert pre- cision. When that was done, she took up the brunette wig from the model and fitted it over my head. After putting a few curls in place with bobby pins, she smiled with satisfaction. "Perfect!"

I looked catiously in the mirror while she put dang- ling jewel earrings on me. "Good grief! If I don't look enough like Liz Taylor to be her double!" I exclaimed.

She laughed as she opened her favorite perfume and touched some drops behind my ears and on my neck. "Of course, darling! Why do you think I named you Liz? I saw the resemblance ages ago and I've been waiting to surprise you. Isn't the wig terrific?" She add ed more perfume in the bend of each arm, on my wrists, and still more behind my knees.

"Cut it out with that perfume!" I said. ting dizzy already."

"I'm get-

"It's only supposed to do that to men, silly. Remem- ber, you're a lady now. And you'd better talk and act like one too or we won't get that prize, and you know what that means! "

"All right, all right.

I'll be very sweet and dainty."

I growled.

"That's better, now put your hands down on the dresser so I can put your fingernail polish on". She sat down close beside me and went to work on my nails. "How do the pumps fit you, darling?" she asked in my ear. "Do they pinch, dear?"

"No, I said. "They're find, but I'll probably break my neck in them."

"Nonesense! Just walk like I always do. And when