They went upstairs and Terry sat down at the vanity while Ellen put on his make-up. She first used foundation to cover any traces of shadow from his light beard. Then a small touch of rouge on each cheek for high lights and a dusting of powder to finish the effect. She removed the light coat of lipstick he had applied earlier and put on another shade. When she finished, his lips were full and crimson. The combination of the feel of the make-up and the image in the mirror made Terry feel on top of the world. Ellen used light blue eye shadow and mascara on his lashes. She added blue crystal earrings and a necklace to match. “Take your dress and scuffs off, Teresa."

Terry felt as tho he would burst with excitement. He hung the dress up and dropped the scuffs in the closet. He turned to see Ellen take two boxes from under the bed. She handed him the shoe box first. "Teresa, these should suit you to a T." Terry opened the box to find just the shoes he had shown her from the catalog. Black patent pumps with a small black velvet bow on top. He sat down on the bed and put them on. They were a perfect fit and went well with the dark hose. He tore open the larger box and lifted the dress out. It was a deep blue rayon skimmer with a wide line of white around the collar and down the front. A large pert bow just below the neck accented it. He zipped down the back zip- per and stepped into it. Ellen zipped it up and hooked it at the top. "Ellen, it is beautiful!" He spun on his toes before the mirror. “Now I am complete." He kissed Ellen on the cheek. “Thank you so much.”

As Ellen was getting dressed, Terry walked around the house enjoy- ing the wonderful feeling he got from being dressed. The whisper of the slip across his nylon-clad legs, the way the girdle held him in a firm grasp, the slight tug of the bra straps, the touch of the wig across the back of his neck. The more he thought of it, the more he ralized these were the right clothes for him. His male clothes were just things to wear until he could be dressed again and let the real person show through. He could feel Terry slipping away and Teresa shining through. Teresa shall have her best chance to express herself tonight, he thought. Tonight, I am Teresa.

Teresa was sitting on the couch flipping through a magazine when Ellen came into the living room. "You had better take a purse with you, Teresa. Remember that you don't have any pockets.” Ellen handed her a black patent purse to match her shoes. As she picked up Terry's billfold, change, and keys, she thought how sad it would be to return to Terry on Monday morning. But that was a long time away from now. The cocoon had opened and Teresa was out to enjoy herself for a glorious weekend.

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