RANSVESTIA

His gaze took in the mules with the ruffled bows on each instep, up the calves of his legs, for the first time really being aware of the nylons he was wearing, hesitated at the hem of the shift as it rested just above his knees, then to the nipped in waistline, becoming aware while so looking, of the pull of the garters of his cinch, to the bustline, becoming aware of the pull of the bra across his chest and the slight pull of the shift on his newly acquired breasts, to the wide oval neckline, and then to the auburn hairdo which framed his blushing face.

"What a change!" he exclaimed. "Much better than I thought I could look, and much faster. What do you think, Mary?”

Her reply surprised him. “Not bad is right, but you could never get by the way you look now. Not at all. But, I promise you by tomorrow morning you WILL get by... with a little luck."

"What do you mean? I thought I looked fairly passable?" he inquired.

“Overall, the material that nature gave you to work with in this charade is good, but not good enough. True, your legs are shapely, you have good facial features, but if you look very closely, you will see a bit of beard underneath your makeup and too much hair on your arms and legs for a real woman. That will be corrected before morning, but we have really done enough for tonight, don't you think?”

Mary then instructed Harry to get undressed, take a shower, but not before he had applied the hair removal creme to the hairy portions of his anatomy. The creme was placed on his legs and arms as well as chest and seemed to take longer than anticipated to complete its purpose.

Once in the shower, Harry thrilled to the experience of soaping his smooth, hairless arms, and legs for the first time and noticed how much easier it was to work up a lather in this condition.

When he had completed his shower and finished drying his body, he called to Mary to hand him a pair of pajamas so that he could get ready for bed. Instead she opened the door, and without looking in, handed him a waltz length double tierred nightgown and one of Liz's robes.

Not wanting to come out into the room stark naked, he donned these items and strode angrily into the bedroom where Mary was waiting for him dressed in similar garments to his but with makeup removed and hair pinned, ready to retire for the night. “What has a nightgown got to

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