TRANSVESTIA

"You!" I called back as I closed the door. On the bed she had placed a peculiar looking foundation garment. It was a panty girdle, much longer than the one I was wearing, smaller and with considerable padding at the buttocks and hips.

This I found hard to get on. In fact I had to call her in to help. “This thing's too tight for me, Debby," I said. "It must be two sizes smaller than the other one." Then: "Come help!"

She came in and found me struggling to get it up over my hips. Getting at my seat she pulled hard and with me pulling at the front between us we made it! This girdle didn't stop at my waist, but continued on up to the bottom of the bra that was so snug about my chest.

"We call that a 'high rise' panty girdle," she informed me. "That one, over the other one, will do quite a job of bringing your waist in and holding you femininely. It will keep you walking in a ladylike fashion, too!"

A few steps in it and I vocally agreed. "Now get your dress off and slip into that pretty shell and straight skirt.” I managed to get the zipper of the dress down far enough to remove it. Slipping into the other things took only a minute or so. "You should have removed your wig," she criticized. "Remember to do that when you are alone or with just me. Sit down at the vanity and I will recomb it.

"Jennifer" was not fully dressed. Deb thrust a matching purse at me, watching to see how I made out with it. I knew it was another test. Care- fully and very daintily I took it from her, slung it in the bend of my el- bow and smiled.

"Perfect darling" she purred. "Now begin to master your voice. It is not deep, so all you have to do is speak in a softer tone. Modulate it and remember that a woman speaks with her lips. A man usually clenches his lips slightly and distorts the words."

"Deborah... let's go for a walk," I said in practice. The words sounded rather mannish to me but she was pleased. "Just a bit more pursing of the lips, Jennifer," she coaxed. "That was good for the first time. I tried it twice more and she applauded. “Very good." I exulted. “Now let's try a walk down to the boatdock," she suggested. She threw the door wide open and the bright sun shone down on her yellow gold hair. I hesi- tated.