Transvestia

After we had removed our makeup, Adele began to comb out my wig so it would look half decent the next day and I began to study the material so it would be fresh in my mind when I saw Phil Sims in the morning.

"Marion", she remarked, "it just doesn't look right for you to be sitting there with your boyish bob. What if a bellboy were to come to our room?" She then proceeded to wrap a chiffon scarf around my head in a turban style.

We talked over our plans for the next day and decided that I would get my business with Sims over with as quickly as possible while Adele would go shopping for clothes and if time allowed, an apartment for us to live in. She also would call the insurance company and present our claim.

The next morning Adele took particular pains in applying my makeup since she felt I would be less con- spicious if I looked as feminine as possible when she had finished she remarked "Marion, I wish that you could do this yourself since I have so much to do myself. It is difficult enough preparing one woman but two is almost impossible."

We had a hurried breakfast in the coffee shop and for the first time I was fascinated by the lipstick ring on my coffee cup and of my red enameled nails as I lifted my cup to my mouth.

Without thinking, I duplicated Adele's actions as she removed the excess lipstick from around her mouth with Kleenex and then touched up her lips. Gathering up our purses, we paid our bill and left for our trip into town.

The closer we got to the office, the more uncomfort- able I became, what would Phil say? Would he fire me? Or think me queer? Still the contract meant everything to our company and I knew that I had no choice but to keep our appointment.

None of the other employees had yet arrived and Phil was working over his desk as I approached him from be- hind. "Here it is, Phil, I said holding out the papers of the completed project. "I would like to brief you on it as quickly as possible and then I want to get away for the afternoon.'

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