RANSVESTIA

She did not seem at all surprised to see that he was wearing the bra, nor later when she found out that he had also put on the panties and slip without being asked to do so. "Hurry with your coffee! You will need proper makeup this morning as well as being completely dressed, accessories and all. It will take up quite a while this first time around!" she ordered.

Harry removed his housecoat and seated himself at Liz's dressing table before the wide assortment of cosmetics that Mary had laid out there. "I want you to pay attention to how I make up your face, since I won't be here tomorrow and you will have to do it yourself," she ins- tructed. With a towel draped around his neck and resting in part on his newly accepted breasts, Mary began her work.

First, she applied a makeup base, then outlined the brows in a dark brown shade of pencil, added just a touch of eye shadow and then applied mascara of the same color to the eyelids. A light touch of powder was applied to the entire face, forehead, and neck. Then with the aid of a sable lipstick brush, she outlined Harry's lips and filled them in with a slightly lighter shade of lipstick. A light touch of rouge was added to his cheeks which appeared too pale to Mary's expert eyes.

She seemed pleased with the result, as was Harry when he saw the com- pleted operation. Still not completely done, Mary applied cologne- against Harry's protests, to his arms, neck and where cleavage should have been, as well as his knees, informing him that he not only had to look like a woman, but also to smell like one.

While Harry was putting on his hose and hooking them to his garters, Mary was surveying Liz's wardrobe to see what there might be for him to wear. Finally she selected a blue suit with sleeves, flared from the elbows 3/4 down, and which had a fitted skirt with Oriental slits on the side. A long sleeved blouse with lace at the wrist, and which billowed out to match the shape of the jacket sleeve was selected. The frilly lace front of the blouse from the neckline to just above the waistline delighted Harry as he slipped into it and as Mary secured the buttons down the back of it, a manuever he could not at this time accomplish by himself.

The blouse seemed so much shorter than his shirts, and he wondered if it would stay put inside the skirt. He was careful not to mar his lips as he slipped the skirt over his head and he delighted as it slid down his body finally coming to rest at his hips. He tucked in the blouse and