Transvestia

waiting eagerly for 8 o'clock to arrive.

With my

She

things all packed, I awaited the call of her car. Promptly at the appointed time it came and I drove in state to her home, which was an elegant apartment just off 5th Avenue, in the Seventies, which I knew was an exclus ive location, inhabited by the wealthy. The chauffeur carried up my suitcase, and I rang the bell. It was answered by a shapely maid in uni- form and a cap, and I entered. My friend, whose name was Grace B-- greeted me warmly, and told the maid to take my bag to my room, and unpack it. had a lovely suite of rooms, beautifully furnished in the best of taste and again I was impressed with her wealth. She took me to the drawing room, where we had a highball. She had me stand up beside her, to compare sizes. We were of about the same build, though in her high heels she was taller than I, but I could see that with flat heels, we would be about the same height, and we weighed about the same, for she was rather large for a woman, though I was by no means a large man.

Looking me over critically, Grace said; "Do you know, I think you can wear my clothes. How would you like to let me try some of my dresses on you?"

"I would love it," I said, "but how about the waist? Yours is very small."

She had a fine, slender figure, and obviously was well corsetted.

"Don't worry about that," she said. "'We will experiment. All you have to do is to put yourself absolutely in the hands of Anna, my maid, and myself. Are you willing to do that, and let us dress you up?"

I told her I would be delighted to do so and

she could go as far as she liked with me.

"Anna, " she said, "used to be an actress, and

is an expert on make-up, and she too, has known some

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