RANSVESTIA

On the way home, Harriet made certain that she sat up front with Mary and Fred, the latter two who waited in the car while Al and Jerry escorted them to their door.

Jerry, who was the least extroverted of the two men, kissed Liz lightly on the lips and took his departure. Al, once Liz was in the entryway of the house, grabbed Harriet tightly about the waist, drew her very close to him, and kissed her fully and passionately on the lips. With a quick shove, she disengaged herself, blurted out a goodnight and ran into the house.

"Oh Liz, this has been awful!" she cried. “For the first time I was ashamed of myself. I hope we never have to do this again!”

"Now honey, calm down. Nothing happened. You danced with a man and he hugged and kissed you goodnight and it's now over. What harm has been done?" she consoled. "I enjoyed the evening and it was good for me to be in mixed company again. I would not object to doing it again but not too often."

"You mean that you don't object to my being treated as a woman by a man? Are you now sorry that you agreed to go along with my wishes in this?" Harriet asked.

"If I felt that you were interested outside of the company the man provided, I certainly would object, but let's face it, we are living a rather secluded life and while we are both young, I think it would be nice to be seen with and be with others," she replied. "What harm is there if we were to occasionally date when male companions are a necessity, as long as we let it end just there. You are still my husband in everything except appearance, and don't you forget it!" she smiled.

As they removed their makeup before retiring, Harriet was grateful for Liz's understanding. Neither wore a hair net since there was their unusual beauty parlor appointment the next day. Harriet selected a two tiered pink full length gown with lace trimmed bustline and Liz put on a transparent black gown which flared up from the bustline in the popular Grecian style.

When the lights were out and both were in their kingsized bed, any doubt about the correctness of the decision of months ago dissipated. Liz nestled her head on Harriet's shoulder, was drawn close too her, and kissed full on the lips, a long clinging kiss. The nylon folds of their