RANSVESTIA

Harriet's feminine figure was completed with the aid of a brassiere, the cups of which were filled with special jelly-filled plastic inserts that duplicated the weight and appearance of the female bosom. The jutting bust furnished an unqualified declaration of femininity. Now full- figured, Harriet donned a tricot slip. The hem and bosom were trimmed with bands of lace. The flimsy smoothness of this garment introduced a new element. The slight contact of the slip with hose, girdle, and brassiere brought a satisfying, if faint, rustle to Harry's ears. The lace hem fell against his nyloned legs just below the edge of the girdle. Harriet was beginning to take definite shape but much remained to be done.

Harry took the makeup case from his brown leather satchel and seated himself at a brightly lighted vanity table opposite the triple mirrors. The transformation of his face was a sometimes tedious procedure involving a full range of cosmetics. He had been experimenting with makeups for years. Each step in his makeup routine reflected a practised ex- pertise that would have done credit to any lady of fashion. Harriet took advantage of Harry's naturally large eyes and emphasized them beautifully. When the makeup was done Harriet's cheeks glowed with a warm matte finish hinting a blush of rouge. Her eyes sparkled in frames of sable brown, pencil-lined, long-lashed, amidst fading brown shad- owed lids. Her lips shown in a subdued peach, glossed with a trans- lucentcy and shaped in gentle curves.

Wasting no time to admire the handiwork, Harriet donned the sleeve- less shell, the pleated skirt and the jacket. Leaving the dressing room momentarily she went to the counter at the front of the salon where the fashion wigs were kept. After rummaging through several boxes Harriet found the one she had in mind. It was a light brunette wig styled in a ruffled bob that clung close to the ears and neck and covered Harry's exposed forehead adequately. It would lend a certain look of sophistica- tion to her total look tonight. She put it on carefully, adjusted it, and combed it out until she was satisfied with the appearance of the woman's face that stared back at her from the mirror. Back in the dressing room Harriet stepped into a pair of classically styled brown alligator skin pumps with one and a half inch stacked heels. A matching handbag awaited her on the dressing table. The basic costume thus complete Harriet paused to inspect the results in the mirror before preparing for the midnight tour. If she had looked closely she would have seen the familiar smile of welcome from the lady in the mirror. It was indeed Harriet.