Transvestia

girl named Gracie, but though he tried with might and main, he could not bring forth her 'presence'. All he could summon was a very foggy image of her, but it re- fused to stop shimmering and take form. In his misery, he called out to her. Gracie?" Where are you?" Why don't you speak?" There was only mocking silence; but he could feel her near. If only he could reach out and take her hand he would feel better. But where was she? He looked left and right, thinking that 'she' might just be teasing him by hiding. But no Gracie! Then his eyes strayed to the packages heaped upon the floor and he be- gan hastily opening them---irrationally hoping that once he would see her clothing she would materialize. The bed, chair and dresser were soon covered with feminine gar- ments. As he opened each package, and withdrew that which was within, the eerie sensations of fabric and tex- ture sent a shiver of delight up and down his spine. This was something far different than anything Henry J. Det- weiler had ever experienced! With the last package opened, he stared at the beautiful things before him. He could visualize the entire costume as Gracie wore it--but Gracie was not in them. The clothing lay there limply--tauntingly defiantly--unfilled by the person of Gracie. It was SO terribly frustrating to have found such a dear lady, only to discover that she could not respond to his pleading.

Now, it may well have been because Henry was not really feeling himself-- either the 'new' or the old Henry Detweiler--but an insidious notion began forming. If these lovely garments will not come to life, to be filled with the warm endearing Gracie, then something must be done to give them life! Hypnotically, his hands trembled as they reached for the lingerie. First, a strangely com- pliant, yet stubbornly firm girdle was drawn on; then a shiny satin bra with it's impossible hooks; then gossamor nylon hose. The weary frame of Henry Detweiler was car- ressed by their soft smoothness, so soothing and calming to his tattered nerves. Then, with an eerie familiarity, the slip and dress over his head, and as they slithered into place, felt like a river of cool raindrops flowing down his body. The emotional impact was most profound. He felt good! It was exciting, even thrilling! When he stepped into 'her' pumps, it felt quite natural and proper to be standing there in Gracie's things. Had he stepped into her very person too? It was beyond understanding.