RANSVESTIA

By the time she came into the living room where I was, I did a quick turn and a little dance step that sent the skirt of the shift dress above the girdle legs. She whistled and exclaimed: "You have already learned to master them!"

I was proud, too. "Yes. . . . I was determined enough to get the hang of it. It's easy once you know their limitations. Now I want you to teach me to sit down and get up properly."

"Watch every movement that I make, as I do it several times for you. Be sure to catch the trick of getting the dress tail under you without letting it ride up, a slight brush with your right hand at the precise mo- ment." She demonstrated it several times and I did it mentally with her before attempting the real thing.

“Like this?" I asked. I had followed her lead perfectly.

"Wonderful!" she remarked. “Try it twice more to be sure it wasn't an accident." It wasn't. I had learned that very easily.

Now came the coaching on the smiling and posture while standing. The position of the arms was most difficult to learn, but the leg position seemed natural in the high heels and constricting undergarments. Over an hour went into learning to walk with a purse and short mincing steps. "Your steps are still a little long and a trifle mannish!" She walked over to me and raised up my dress and slip; tugged at the girdle until the top of it was almost to my knees.

"There!" she stated. "That should make you mince and use your hips to walk. Try that for awhile. I'm going to lay out a change of apparel for you, and we'll go outside for awhile. You need some time out in front of others to give you confidence."

I found that she was right again. The motions I had used to navigate the room in the heels, with the girdle turned down to hobble my steps were what she was looking for. "That's the walk I'm looking for, Jenni- fer," she announced. "Now when you pull the girdle up, remember to keep the same motions. Try it while I'm getting the things laid out.”

This took some doing, but I was managing well by the time she came out. "The garments on the bed are the ones I want you to get into, Jenni- fer." She looked at my wiggling walk and said as I walked out of the room: "A swing like that belongs in the back yard. Who are you trying to entice?"

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