Transvestia

with the graciously dressed ladies that were pictured in them. His cigaretts? Oh yes, they were still in the men's clothes he had left in that room. Walking down the aisle he entered there again. But what a shock: his suit was not there and none of the other things! Someone had taken these things. Here he was, trapped and without a chance to change back, even if he wanted to do so. What could he do about this now? With some annoyance and even a little fear he awaited the return of Georgine.

But everything was forgotten, when a few minutes later a well dressed young man stepped out of the locked room which Georg- ine had gone into, put on his hat and leather gloves and with a little smile announced: "I guess we are ready to go out for a walk now."

Was it true that the nice girl that only an hour ago had attended his wishes was now this good looking young man that now gave him orders?

"Well Renata don't you want to give me the honor of taking you out for a walk? Or do you think that George is not to be trusted with nice girls?"

What to say? What to do? Thoughts appeared and passed in his mind. It was all submerged in a great and burning desire to act and live like Renata and to have someone take her out in the street to realize a dream, long nourished in her heart.

So they went out. A dinner in an expensive restaurant. A movie, a dance in a chic little bar. How marvellous the hours passed away. Renata hadn't known before how difficult it was to dance in high heels and to behave like a lady in a crowded bar. But then she caught on rapidly. And she noted with joy, now the observing, even possessive looks of George became softer and definitely more admiring as the night went on. It certainly was long past mid- night, when a tired, but decidedly happy Renata received the seal of a burning kiss on her lips. And she marvelled how this had all begun with a big surprise in a little beauty parlor...

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