Transvestia

Yes, he knew he was going to enjoy every moment of his feminisation. He was far more willing than Uncle John could ever have suspected, though the eagle eye of Phyllis soon noted how much he was en- joying himself. However, she was too tactful to mention it. Evie now went back into the room where Uncle John and Phyllis awaited him, and both of them almost gasped at the femininity of the figure in front of them. In fact Uncle John excused himself and left the others to proceed with the details of the trans- formation.

Phyllis helped Evie into one of the dresses, a knee-length flared frock in flowered nylon, with short puffed sleeves. She also helped him into a pair of shoes with moderate heels. Then she made him up. First a foundation creaming and powdering, then a thinning of his brows, a careful touching up of the eyes with eye-blue and mascara, and then a painting in of his lips into a small bright-red bow. Finally the wig was fixed in place, bracelets, neck- lace and ear-rings put on, and there was the trans- formed Evie. It was only then that Phyllis allowed him to see himself in the full-length mirror, and he was astounded at the pretty girl looking back at him. Impulsively, he turned and planted a kiss on Phyllis's mouth. She smiled knowingly, and in that moment a pact was secretly signed she would do all she could to make this pretty boy into a lovely girl; he for his part would do all in his power to achieve a perfect transformation. Nothing of this was said in words, but each of them understood the other just as if they had voiced their feelings.

Now began Evie's lessons in becoming a girl. Under the ever watchful eye of Phyllis, he had to walk back and forth, sit and stand up, even recline on the couch, always careful not to display too much leg or frilly under things. She gave him vocal exer- cises to train his voice to maintain a femine pitch. She even coached him in the things girls and ladies talk about, so that he would not be at a loss when it