RANSVESTIA

With the hair removed from his legs, his chest, under his armpits and his arms also, Martin was now drying himself off. A large box of dusting powder was on the shelf near the tub, so he used the large mit- ten to really smooth his skin with the silky powder.

He cracked open the door and saw the items she had placed for him. As he approached them, he saw a note. "I'm going to rest a while. Wake me if you are up at 2:30. Before you retire, be sure your appear- ance is all feminine, just in case someone comes. Remember you are Marty now.

He attached the brassiere about himself easily and discovered it was a fit. He used some extra panties to fill the already padded cups. The frilly panties felt nice, as he slipped them up his hairless legs. The pleated nightgown was adorable with it's contrasting green lace and white bows in the middle from top to bottom.

The wig was pressed into place and he opened the makeup kit. This was something he had never done before, and yet he was determined to try. He smeared a liquid foundation smoothly over his face and applied just a little of the mascara on his eyebrows. He used the little brush wet with eyelash lengthener to make his lashes appear longer and curl in a feminine way. He used just a little lipstick to darken his lips. “Not bad for the first time," he said proudly. In a few minutes after stretching out on the comfortable bed, he was sound asleep. The incessant ringing of the doorbell awoke him just after noon. When she didn't answer it, he looked for something to slip on over the re- vealing gown and found a robe which looked adequate. A pair of scuffs were nearby so he slipped them on and went to the door timidly. As he opened it he remembered to talk softly as a girl, which wasn't a problem since his voice was rather high naturally.

“Hello Miss,” a man greeted him. “Is Miss Corday in?”

"Yes she is," Marty said softly. "But she is asleep and isn't to get up until two.

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"She'll want to be awakened for me," he replied. "I'm her brother. I am in the service, passing through New Orleans. I've only got a six hour layover here and it's on to California.”

"Oh . . . well come in then and I'll call her for you. Your name is

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