Transvestia

calf boot completed her apparel. Sympathetically I gazed at her one, slender leg. Her perfume was intoxi- cating.

CHAPTER

SEVEN

After my Saturday of introduction into the world of transvestism I stayed away from Grace's for a week. A week during which I experienced every emotion known to members of the human race. First, and most intense were ecstacy and happiness. I literally walked in a cloud of day-dreaming. Underlying this pink aura was an indecin- able sense of guilt and indecision. It was evident that my three times-a-week church attendance hardly fitted me for making decisions of this nature. No intimate sex was ever involved in my relationship with Grace. I was simply a hobby which was filling a void in her somewhat barren life. No one could have been kinder or sweeter to me. I desperately wanted the world of femininity she had to offer, to become part of it. Pretty clothes and all.

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Thus it was. with mixed trepidation and eagerness that I rapped on the back door a week later. It opened almost at once. There stood the Duchess, a twinkle in her eyes a smile on her face. "You're just in time for coffee. I saw you coming up the alley. How are you... Verna? You know, I've missed you quite a bit. It seems I haven't realized how much I've come to depend on you. I'll admit. I was a little dubious about you returning after last Saturday. As she spoke she stepped close to me and putting her hands behind my head solidly planted a kiss on my mouth. "That's for coming back...dear. I know now I haven't hurt you. Come... let's sit down, have some coffee and a little 'woman talk'.

Letting me fill the cups we sat and had small talk about my folks, home life and my ideas and philosophy of life (if any). Then she asked; "Do you still like the idea of.... Verna? If you do I can arrange some things to make you more presentable and comfortable. Until I saw you on one leg and wearing my clothes I never realized the attraction a female amputee might possess.

"You know, dear, i it came as something of a shock to me. I never think of myself anymore as one-legged. Oh...it has nothing to do with vanity. I'm just practical.

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