RANSVESTIA

vertible was tooled around the streets until at last he saw several clothes- lines full of garments hung out by some woman desperate enough to try even the bad weather to get some clothes dried.

He circled the block and before he reached the clothesline again, he had switched off his lights and at the right moment he cut his engine so that he could coast silently to his goal. It was dark enough, and bad enough weather, that no one was stirring and the lights in nearby houses had been extinguished.

He sat without moving for several minutes, trying to overcome the compulsion to do this thing he had done so many times before. It was no use. It was stronger than he was, because of the effect of the whiskey he had been drinking while gambling. He was weakest when he drank.

The light of the door on the driver's side did not go on when it was opened. He had disconnected it the first night he had prowled after buying the car. He boldly walked to the clothes and began selecting the garments he had need of. A girdle was there in a small size. He took it, and panties, a slip, a brassiere, stockings, and a skirt and finally a slip- over top.

He bundled the garments together under his coat and quickly walked back to his car. Seeing no one he opened the door, got in and started it. He drove for a block without lights, away from his own room and then after he turned the corner he switched on the lights and hurriedly drove to the room. He had a private entrance so he eased in quietly and locked the door.

The first thing he did after lighting up the room was to take a big drink from a bottle of whiskey that was open on a table. As the warm liquid burned it's way into his stomach, he lit his gas heater and began to undress in front of it, throwing his clothing carelessly on a nearby straight chair. When he was completely naked, he began to put on the wet cold clothing of a woman he didn't know from Adam. Only when he had struggled into every garment, beginning at the tight girdle and then adding the panties, the brassiere, the slip, the hose and the skirt and top in that order, did he slow up for a moment.

Shivering both from the contact with the damp clothing, and from the effect of the clothing upon his senses, he stood as close to the heat as he could for a few moments to stop a slight chill he had developed. Now he took the bottle again and gulped several large swallows down.

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