RANSVESTIA

smear it with makeup. I was sitting on the bench facing her dresser and looking at myself in the mirror. She had me use first a dark foundation which I spread all over my face with a brush. When it was over, she took the brush in her hand and spread the foundation more evenly where I had applied in a non expert way. She showed me how to use rouge on my cheeks. It was a dark red liquid I applied with a small brush and which I spread with my finger. Then came the powder. I used a feather puff to put it on. It was quite a sensation to feel the softness of the puff on my skin and at the same time as I could smell the perfume coming from the powder. Once again, she took the puff to spread the powder more evenly on my face.

Already I had a nice girlish complexion and my skin was smooth as a peach. She took a tweezer and plucked my eyebrows a little. She drew a thin line of brown pencil on them. She handed me false eye- lashes and showed me how to glue them on my lids. I had a little trouble putting them in the right place, but with her advice, I got them on properly. Then came the shadow. It was a green cream in a golden case like a lipstick case and I spread it on my lids. She used her finger to spread it evenly and then she drew a line of brown eyeliner at the root of my lashes. Then she applied brown liquid mascara to my false eye- lashes to make them look longer and silkier. My lips were difficult be- cause I had to be careful and learn to use enough lipstick but not too much. She drew the contour of my lips with a red pencil and I brushed my lips, inside the line made by the pencil with red liquid applied with a small brush. That was the most thrilling part of my makeup. I loved the softness of the brush running smoothly on my lips and I loved their newly discovered shape and color. I found I had really tempting lips.

Then came the finishing touch of the glamourous girl: the wig. It was made of black silky hair, short, but long enough to cover my ears and the beginning of my neck. The hair was not curled, but just fluffy which gave a touch of youth to my face. I took off the bathrobe and I admired myself in the mirror hanging behind the door.

She said: "Now I will teach you how to walk like a girl, to sit, to stand up and then you will be ready to fool any one you meet." After a few minutes of her lessons, I was able to walk on my heels without being afraid to fall down. I learned to sit down graciously and to hold my skirt not to make creases in them. She said she knew I would learn fast. She told me that she was so sure of it that she had invited two gentlemen to spend the rest of the evening with us. That surprised me