RANSVESTIA

Now for the first biggie! A new wig, silver blond. Ease it on. A little tug and its in place. Fluff it out a little with a brush and Ping! A look in the mirror produces a tiny electric-like shock.

Righto! Onward and upward. First three Pairs, one beige, one grey, one light red, of Pantyhose. This is a cop-out I know, but I sing with a mens chorus who wear a costume type uniform, and shaved legs would be hard to explain. A pair of sponge rubber pads purchased from Chev- alier add that extra something to the rear. A waist cincher and then- A major decision has to be made. Shall it be the corselet or a bra and girdle. Corselet wins followed by Panties.

A pause to reflect a moment. According to a great many of the FPs whose histories I've read, they started out with one article of feminine apparel. Well, I'm right in with the crowd. My first love was Silk stock- ings. I still see a small six year old running around the house with an old castoff pair of my mothers. When I reached the long pants stage they were sometimes worn underneath held up by frilly garters. Holding the soft hose rolled into a circle I point my toe in and as it flows up over the knee and up the leg I get another little electric jolt. Breathing a little irregularly, my hands smooth the hose up full length and fasten the garters. Ready now for another biggie! High heels that actually fit. Right out of the pages of Lane Bryant. Beige with brown bows and three inch, slightly wide heels. Now its up to the full length mirror for a slow look, top to toe. Out of the mirror peers a rather buxom, well propor- tioned, silver-haired matron. I'm face to face with Janet! My face feels hot like I have a slight fever. I'm staring in a sort of trance. Now the woman in the mirror moves. I left her standing legs wide apart hands tightly at the sides. She moves her feet together on pointed toe slightly ahead of the other. Her hands, now gloved, move gracefully around.

She takes a few steps forward then twirls halfway round and glances back over her shoulder. Her lips form a circle like she was making a little 'Ooooh' sound.

She disappears then returns holding a peach colored dress over her head. It slips down over her shoulders and settles down just at the knee. A hand moved down one hip and a wrinkle vanishes. The dress is a Susie Wong type, with a provacative slit at each side at the hem.

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