the girls it is. We'll probably be ready in 30 or 40 minutes. We're almost ready for dessert." She left with a laughing wave.

As soon as she was out the door, I bolted the sandwich and started to get ready. Stripping off my clothes, I ran my electric razor over my face to get off the morning stubble, but didn't have the nerve to touch my legs. I didn't dare arouse Mary's suspicions too far. I couldn't resist painting my fingernails, though, with hands shaking from excitement. Then on went one of Mary's panty girdles and bras, the latter well padded with nylon stockings. She is somewhat smaller than I, especially above the waist, where my chest and shoulders are broad. She wears a large 12 or small 14, but from frequent dressing in the past, when she was away, I knew what things of hers would fit me and what wouldn't. Then I pulled on two pairs of hose, which conceal the hair on my legs better than one. Next were my own patent leather pumps, reclaimed from the back of our storage closet in the guest room, followed by a half slip (a full slip of Mary's won't fit my shoulders and chest). Thus prepared, I sat down at the dressing table to make up. A base of Max Factor's Erase, eye shadow and liner lightly applied, eyebrow pencil, powder and lipstick. The result looked promising, but I could hardly wait to erase the still apparent masculinity with a wig.

For my dress, I'd decided on a three piece Italian knit suit in red and gray. It stretched to fit me, the blouse had a high neck, which concealed my too-hairy chest, and the three-quarter length sleeves of the jacket didn't look either too long or too short. I couldn't resist a wide black patent leather belt which pulled my waist in from 32 inches to about 28 inches. Then came earrings, necklace and a couple of jangly charm bracelets, all in gold. Then I carefully and fondly pulled on Mary's nice, medium length bob, wig, which I'd encouraged her to buy when they first became fashionable. At that point I heard her calling from downstairs, "Come on, Fred. We need you." and I hollered that I'd be right there.

I could only take a wonderful minute to admire myself with sheer exultation in the full-length mirror. Then I slipped Mary's furs over my shoulders, which makes their bulkiness less obvious; put a little pill box hat lightly on my hair, picked up a black patent leather bag into which I hurriedly tossed lipstick and compact, grabbed a pair of black gloves, and, with heart pounding,

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