Transvestia

joyed playing such female roles. In the Services, in particular, where no expense or trouble was too great to convert the chosen fellows into alluring girls, I secretly delighted in being relieved of all normal duties, in order to be able to rehearse for the coming production. You see, the producer was a stickler for details and insisted on our dressing for the part from the skin out. How I loved the feel of a tightly-drawn corset, long silk stockings, soft undies, swishing skirts and high heels, while the whistles I got as I sexily ogled the audience and daringly flashed my short skirts before them were as music to my ears.

But that was in the past, and now I was cursing the very thing that had led to such transitory glory - my effeminate characteristics. How I hated my appearance and wished that I could boast the qualities more befitting a man!

One day I was standing in the queue as usual, when a policeman came up to me and said there was a person who wished to speak to me in a car across the square. Wondering a little as to who it could possibly be, yet grateful for any break in the monotony of standing there, I walked over to the car. It was chauffeur-driven and, sitting in the back, there was a stately lady. She came to the point at once and asked whether I would care to work for her on the domestic staff at her house. The offer seemed too good to be true and, when a really good wage was suggested, I didn't hesitate in accepting. The lady asked me to get in and sit with the driver, and we drove off to her house a few miles out of town. It wasn't till then that I noticed that the chauffeur was a smartly-dressed woman, but I thought no more about it, for my mind was full of the good luck that seemed to have come my way. Why I had been singled out I did not for a moment consider, but it wasn't long before I was to find out. On arrival at our destination, I followed the lady into a lounge and stood before her as she seated herself.

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