Transvestia

slipping up on you, since we can still read each other's minds," she said, and Steve saw that she had not opened her lips. "And feek, too. Full out those darn wires, they make my scalp itch!" He obeyed, silently, and started to edge around her. How bulky and tough she seemed! Suddenly she grabbed him and said, "Not so fast, baby, I never knew I was so ir- resistable, but you are one girl I mean to kiss for sure!"" and he was helpless. The results were beyond all ex- pectations; he was a girl being kissed by a brute with a beard, and a man kissing a lovely girl, and a girl feeling both sets of sensations and so on into a whirling infinity of kisses. They heard a voice say "Feedback" and stopped just short of collapse. Unlike the micro- wave shock, this one was all pleasure. "Say," she shouted, "we can't stop there. Let's get married or something!"!

"Let's get married or NOTHING!" he answered primly, "Neither of us could marry anyone else any- how. Imagine me trying to sleep while--" He broke off with a blush. They agreed on a wedding first thing Monday, and parted carefully without even touching hands; after two hours of non-sleep, they rose at 5 AM and drove 200 miles in less than three hours to another State where Sunday marriages were practiced. It took two weeks to drive back....

Sheila Niles

There once was a soldier named Joe Who looked better working a hoe;

But when he femme-dressed

He was one of the best

And won three beauty prizes as "Flo".

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