Transvestia

of the heavy, clumsy cowhide shoes of my boyhood.... Yipeee! Much happiness, contentment. Lace-trimmed, silken pleasure and a love such as I would never feel for the woman whom I married in later years. This was to be mine though occasionally we had a close call, but the 'gods' not only smiled on us....they must have chuckled once in a while.

A shy, speculative smile on her face matched the expression in her brown eyes. She patted me on the cheek and slowly got up slipping the crutch under arm. Her smile broadened as she said; "Gee! Verna, old chum, I bet I nearly broke your foot off sitting on your lap. We don't have to be so drastic in achieving realism, do we? I'm sorry, really. It was thoughtless of me. Even minus a leg I weigh a hundred and eight pounds. I guess I got carried away! Come into the bedroom while I change into something more 'housewifely'. Leaving the kitchen she spoke over her shoulder; "can you believe it? The Doctor was ill and cancelled his appointments today."

I was glad now that he had. I must be returning to normal because I thought; "who doctors the doctor when the doctor needs a Doctor?"

Grace stood looking at the new coat and remarked; "nice, isn't it? I should be jealous that you wore it first but I'm not. I think it had a fitting baptism...don't you, Verna? She picked up the coat and carried it to the bed- room. I followed wondering....what next? What more could happen to make this 'dream' any more fantastic..?

She sat on the edge of the bed, stood the crutches at the foot and, taking off the brown jacket hung it on the crutches. Looking at me standing on one leg she patted the bed and said; "sit down here, Verna. Take off the suit now. Golly. I've walked about a hundred miles today, I'll bet. I'm bushed! As she spoke she raised up standing on her stump on the edge of the bed. Unhooking the skirt she let it drop to the floor and with her crutch deftly flipped it onto the bed. A neat trick. Grace sat again and suggested; "you'd better unbind your leg and walk around on the crutches to limber up. Then come sit here by me." This I did. The silk-stockinged stump peeped from a lace-trimmed bloomer. A two inch heeled, brown