RANSVESTIA

gowns blended together and the always pleasant sensation of breast against breast seemed to stimulate both, and all was well again with the world.

Life from that moment on was all that they could desire. Harriet be- came one of the favorite instructresses of the expanded school staff. She relished the compliments of the students who tried to emulate her in every way. The delicious delights of her visits to the beauty parlor, of changing hairstyles, and makeup continued with no diminution of pleasure.

They would spend the evening in the quiet seclusion of their home in typical feminine pastimes of sewing, knitting, reading, practicing makeup changes for new effects, and entertaining their growing circle of friends of both sexes. The inner circle, who knew their secret, never mentioned it, and seemed to have forgotten the reality which they knew existed.

After three years had passed and they had become accustomed to the smoothness of their lives, they decided that it was time to visit Dr. Rodin again. The hormone treatments had been virtually completed and office visits were infrequent. They invited the good doctor to dinner.

After an excellent dinner, the good friends retired to the family room. Dr. Rodin could not get over the complete and total femininity of Harriet. Her voice, feline actions, her appearence, belied the true sex which he knew was below the surface. Even comparing her to Liz, he could find no flaws.

Eventually the inevitable question was asked by him. "Did we make the right decision three years ago, or were we wrong?"

Liz answered first, "I have never been as happy as I am now. A hus- band who understands me and women as well as Harriet does would be impossible to find. We are closer now than ever before and I believe it is our "secret" that brings us so close to each other. I have doubled the wardrobe because of Harriet. We can go shopping, to the beauty parlor together, everything together, and can even double date at no expense to ourselves, unlike any other married couple!"

"And what about you, Harriet? How do you feel about it? inquired the Doctor.

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