RANSVESTIA

Let it be sufficient to say that I was overjoyed at this news. “All right, tell me about this brainstorm of yours. I'm all ears.”

"You know how daddy always cross examines my dates?" I nodded and let her know I fully understood this statement, from personal experience.

"Well, last Friday night Sue Parker spent the night with me. I intro- duced her to daddy and he just mumbled "Hi!" to her."

For the life of me I couldn't see any idea in this. “So what?” I asked, "He's not worried about a girl dragging his daughter off to get married. It's the boys he is hot and heavy after. Let me walk in sight of him and he'll blow his top."

"Right, darling! . . . that's just it. A boy has to pass inspection but a girl can walk around and be ignored."

one foot on Darsell

I looked at her inquisitively. "So? I'm a boy soil and I'm a dead duck. Uh uh! No thanks back to your house until he makes it plain that I'm welcome."

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I'm not going

"Here it is in plain language silly," she said. “Gene White is not going to visit me. It is Jennifer Whaley who shall, and often. I am going to teach you to impersonate a female. Then as Jenifer you can even spend the night with me."

This sounded pretty kooky to me. "You aren't joking?" She just nodded in a negative fashion. “You really mean it?" I was all but dumbfounded. “But I ...

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“You'll make a very pretty girl, with the right clothes, wig, make-up and a little training. You wouldn't just fool daddy, you'd fool any- one."

Ever the skeptic, I sounded a little doubtful, I know. “But I have never owned any clothing of the type girls wear. Someone would see through my act."

"Not if I gave you instructions for awhile first!" she answered. "It will take a lot of effort on your part, but won't it be worth it if we can be together again?"

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