A WAR STORY

(Continued from Transvestia No. 68)

"Why can't I wonder?" I protested. "It'll give me something to dream about tonite?”

"I can tell you this, whatever I got for you is as soft and lovely as can be. You should know that by now."

I smiled, "Thank you, Jean. You've made me so happy . . . and wanted!"

"Well, I'm pretty pleased with my sister, too!"

With thoughts like these, I went to bed, happy and secure.

With the sun, I was up, even before Jean came in, washed and wear- ing my lipstick. I brushed my own hair softly down on my forehead, on a sudden inspiration, I pinned a pink bow above my ear. I had a matching pink nightgown on, and I slipped into a ruffly peignoir of the same color. Just then Jean came in.

"Well, good morning, sunshine.”

"Good morning Jean!"

“I see you're already to go somewhere! Or did you get all dolled up just to see the doctor?"

"Doctor?"

"Yes, he's on his way in to see if you are fit to leave. That is if you'd like to go somewhere," she added, grinning.

"Stop teasing me! Did you bring me some clothes?”

"Why, do you want to sneak off somewhere?" she said, innocently.

We were interrupted at this point by the Japanese doctor who came in to examine me. After prodding, tapping and looking, he pronounced me fit to leave, provided I was careful to rest and stay off my feet as much as possible. I would be given a prescription for medication and could leave whenever we were ready.

As soon as the doctor left, I looked over at Jean with anticipation. She just sat there smiling.

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