Transvestia

onto the street an hour later was neither Maria nor Ivory, but an extremely well dressed young woman. A smart tailored suit, medium heels to go with her 5'10" height, and a hair-do that was attractive with out being gaudy. In the bag she carried, however, were the costumes for the evening, any of which would have caused a riot on staid Riverside Avenue in a matter of seconds. She had been amused at his in- creasing excitement as she packed, and openly looked forward to the effect on him of becoming Ivory in full swing. A taxi to the club, a quick supper, and he was launched on his supposedly brief theatrical career. Cryptic conferences with the band leader, the M. C. and the manager left him little wiser, and they were in the dressing room before she gave him his briefing.

"Now, Steve," she muttered aloud for emphasis, "please keep quiet while I dance. I know you are going to have some ideas, but please keep them to yourself. The floor is slippery and hard, and my bones are too thin to take falls!" And she held a slim wrist before their eyes for emphasis. One of the other girls heard Ivory mumbling to herself, and slid over, all sympathy. On being reassured, she confided that SHE was worried. about her mother-in-law. Steve braced himself for all the old cliches, but was startled at the nature of the problem; the old girl insisted on baby-sitting the chil- dren while her daughter-in-law was working, and the girl was worried about the old lady's health. So be learned very little about the show till he was in it.

The costumes were a revelation, though. By this time, he was used to Maria in the nude; even the same body, with Ivory's face made up much like Steve in his wildest moments, was no great shock. But Maria had a real feel for taste in women's clothes, and knew how to look at least twice as indecent when legally dressed as when bare! This layer was promptly covered with

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