RANSVESTIA

woman's heels. the firm hold of my bra and girdle, the gentle swing of my earrings as my head turned from one girl to the other.

Suddenly, Claire said, "Look, Gillian's parents are away. Let's go to her place for a late supper. There's only Mary there." Mary was the maid, who lived in. When I agreed happily I added that I'd need ten or fifteen minutes to get my make-up off and change. "O no,” smiled Claire, "we'd like you to come as you are. You can change before you go home." I didn't live far from Claire's house. Liking the idea but being short on a free-wheeling spirit of adventure I said I didn't think the school authorities would be too keen about it.

"O, that's all right," rejoined Claire. "I've already spoken to Mr. and Mrs. Ellis before you came off.and they don't mind at all as long as you get the things back to wardrobe by tomorrow."

I suspect the prestige of Claire's family name and the long association with the school of her male antecedents had something to do with it. I collected the hanger bearing my jacket, shirt and trousers, stuffed my other things into a carrier bag, and stepped somewhat nervously out into the mild May night with Claire and Gillian, a light breeze fanning my silk-clad legs and swirling my skirt. I felt my slip stroking my knees as I walked beside them to Claire's car with the patient family chauffeur. We piled into the back, I in the middle, the hips of the two girls pres- sing delightfully against mine.

As we entered Gillian's house she called out, “Mary, bring us some sherry will you? In the living-room." Mary brought in a tray with bottle and glasses, filled three of them, and quietly departed. “See,” cried Claire, "she didn't notice anything! A toast then, to the famous boy actress!"

Still a mite nervous, I smiled, and lightly accused both of them of being cerebrally handicapped in getting me out like this. Gillian, a vivacious, green-eyed redhead, said she just had to meet me after all Claire had said about the play, chattering on with all kinds of questions such as What do you pad your bra with? How did you learn to walk in shoes? How do you keep your wig on? While Claire sat with lovely legs crossed, her white dress spread out on the cushions, Gillian sat like a Buddha, her dress pressed down between her thighs.

Mary was called again and asked to serve some sandwiches and a bottle of wine. (Young folk in such families grew up with the attitude

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