RANSVESTIA

Taking the dainty unmentionables in my hand with a bit of appre- hension, I obeyed. It wasn't difficult to figure the panties. I had seen hers under her miniskirts quite often. The girdle was simple, too, a long panty girdle with very pretty lace around the legs. It wasn't but a few moments before I called her.

At this point I must admit to a pleasant sensation which I received from walking over to the door in these feminine things, feeling at the same time the snug fit, the caress, and also the constriction of the girdle at my waist and thighs.

Deborah whistled softly at my figure in her girdle. “Very nice!" she commented. "Now let me slip this padded brassiere on you. I don't be- lieve you could get this on without some help." I was again thrilled, as the tight fitting bra was fastened at my back by her soft hands.

I looked downward to see two cones pointed slightly upward. "They are padded with special inserts." she advised. "These are what women wear when they have breast surgery from cancer. They are very realistic. More so than mere rubber pads."

As I walked over to the full length mirror to observe how I looked she returned with a very pretty slip and dress. I was not a little excited over the slow but sure transformation which was taking place. My slender build was a natural for such.

The slip was put on over my head and smoothed in place by her hands. I enjoyed their caress. I enjoyed the attractive and comfortable item of underwear also. "It is one of my best," she warned. "Be careful of it please." We were standing in front of the mirror and had to look at our images for a few minutes before continuing. I still looked like what I was: A boy in a slip with very real looking breasts.

Now she helped me into the dress. "It's a nylon jersey print shift,' she advised. "It is practical as well as pretty, and extremely comfor- table as dresses go."

This I could see for myself, and feel too! I turned around in my bare feet and loved the brush of the pretty garment against my legs. "How does it feel, Gene?" she asked.

My answer was somewhat muffled by the deep emotion I was experi- encing: "Gee I didn't know that wearing girls' clothing would give you