Transvestia

"You mean that since we are both transvestites Jill would probably understand why I like to wear dresses, I said.

"Right. Jill lives next door to me so if you will drive out tomorrow afternoon I'll introduce you to her."

The next day I met Jill and if Shirley hadn't told me she was a girl I never would have known it. She was five feet ten, a good four inches taller than I, and she wore her brown hair in a very short boyish style. She wore sneakers, levis, and a boy's shirt and her figure was no more girlish than a football player's.

"So this is a fellow TV?" Jill said. "I'll bet you're real cute when you're dressed up. Come in and meet Mon.'

Mrs. Howell seemed glad to meet me and she said so. "I think you'll be a good friend for Jack. He has needed some feminine companionship for some time and since he can't go out with girls you are the only one who can provide it.

"Who is Jack?" I asked. Then it dawned on me. "Oh, you mean Jill. That must be what you call her when she is dressed as a boy. "

"That's right," Mrs. Howell replied. "And what do they call you when you are dressed up?"

I don't have a girl's name. You two and Shirley are the only ones who know that I like to wear girl's clothes."

"What are you doing in pants?" Jack broke in. "You should be in skirts. We wanted to see what kind of a girl you made."

"That's right," Mrs. Howell added. "You should be wearing a dress. You do like to wear dresses don't you?"

"Yes, but nobody has ever seen me dressed as a girl, I said. "People would laugh or think I'm a queer or some thing. I don't have anything to wear anyway. I usually wear my mother's clothes but she's home all day today."

"Nuts!" Jack exclaimed. We won't laugh and nobody