RANSVESTIA

I managed to get them on and hobble clumsily over to the mirror where again I was shocked. It was true that I was changed from boy to girl, out- wardly anyway. Try as I did, I could find no resemblance to Gene White. There wasn't any.

"Isn't Jennifer a pretty girl?" she asked.

"I wouldn't have believed it possible, Debby," I admitted. "Why, I can't believe that it's me I see in the mirror.”

"It isn't Gene White now," she said. “It's Jennifer. This is the begin- ning of the difficult part. You have to walk, talk, smile, sit, stand and react as a girl would. This may sound easy, but you'll have to be so wrapped up in what you are doing that no one can catch you asleep."

"I'm anxious to try, darling," I countered. “Now that you have done so much to make me look like a girl, I want to do my best to be like one."

She laughed and said: "All right, honey," and patting me on the girdled backside she said: "You practice walking in heels while I fix us a snack. I'm hungry."

For the next fifteen minutes I walked all over the cabin, in rather clumsy fashion at first, but increasingly better as I continued to try. By the time the sandwiches and cokes were fixed I was getting accustomed to high heels.

We sat at the table and all during the eating, she counselled me on feminine way. "You do learn rather quickly," she encouraged. “Maybe in a couple of weeks you will do well enough."

"Will it take me that long?" I asked. "I thought that before the day was over I could do well enough."

"It depends on you and how well you progress," she answered.

"I intend to work hard on all of it," I vowed. “Being with you today has spoiled me again. I just have to learn these things." While she put away the food, washed the dishes and straightened up everything, I learned how to walk in the heels.

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