Transvestia

eyes for a moment studying me then put both arms around me and gave me a kiss on the mouth. "There, "mama" make it all well", she said. Holding me at arms length she smiled and- -heaven help me-- - started laughing! I hung my head.

She put her arm around my shoulder once more and gently said: "Come on, dear-- -you poor kid. Take off 'our' coat and let's go in the kitchen as you are, on crutches. It's evident you like them for some reason. I'm famished. We'll have a bite of lunch and some talky- talk. You know, I'm very fond of you, dear. I do want to help you. She dropped her hat on the sofa, fluffed her hair and went out.

When she had called me 'DEAR' I knew then that things would work out all right. I took the coat off and followed her to the kitchen.

Grace got a can of soup, opened it, added water and put it on the stove to heat. Picking up the coffee pot she remarked, "well, so you had some I see. Glad you did. You might have been gone before I got back. I've some toast would you care for croutons in your soup?" I did.

Though I was burdened with guilt and humiliation her natural manner was putting me at ease--- - as tho I were a casual visitor. She took a napkin from the drawer, came over smiling and handed it to me saying: "here, put this on your lap. We wouldn't want to spill soup on 'our' suit...would we?" She sat in her chair waiting for the food to heat. Putting her hand on mine she observed: "my clothes seem to fit you quite well except you lack a little feminine padding here and there. That can be corrected. When we're thru eating I want you to tell me all about yourself."

Grace put the lunch on and we ate, my admiration for this woman grew by the minute. When we finished she suggested: "Well....let's start. Are you this fond of me that you wish to be just like me? Minus one leg.. and all? I suspect that is behind this masquerade. Am I partly right?"

I nodded my head, said 'yes' and told her the whole story.

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