Transvestia started to laugh which made Doreen realize something unusual was afoot.

She hesitated, looked closely at me then said, "heavens, its Bob". Then to Catherine, "isn't it?" She asked, still not sure.

I said, "yes it is". Doreen sat down and gestured speechlessly with her hands.

"I just can't believe it, I just can't believe it."

Doreen and Catherine were quite obviously thrilled with my appearance. Not once did they ask why. Doreen has seen me dressed en femme, twice since my initial excursion and one of the nicest compliments she ever gave me was on the day she saw me dressed in green stretch pants, and brown calf length high heeled boots. The stretch pants showed off my corsetted figure to per- fection.

Doreen said, "Bot, how in hell do you do it, one day I see you looking big and masculine, now here you are with a tiny waist I could almost put my two hands around. You have a figure any woman would be proud of but I can't figure out how the hell you do it." The language was a little unladylike but nevertheless music to my ears. "Its good living that does it", I quipped.

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Return to my story. The two girls were plotting further mischief and eventually suggested that we all pay a surprise visit to Doreen's husband, who was at that time prospecting and staying at a small cabin deep in the bush. I was not too keen on this as men are not quite so easy to sell on transvestism as women. The girls how- ever, brushed aside my objections and began discussing how I was to be presented. It was decided that I would be introduced as a former school friend of Doreen's. It spoke much for my appearance that both girls thought I could pass as a girl even though Dave, Doreen's husband knew me quite well as a man. Carried away by reassur- ance and flattery, I promised to go.

A few nights later, I picked up the two girls in my car and drove along the old logging roads to Dave's camp.

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