RANSVESTIA

She selected a light blue nylon shell that zipped up at my neck. It was sleeveless. "Oh oh! we'll have to shave under your arms first . . .

you go and do that while I get dressed in my outfit."

With the brassiere and rubber garments as my only clothing, I went into the bathroom and shaved under both of my arms. It felt very clean and refreshing. The image in the mirror was very pleasing to a part of me, but a part of me was disturbed by the thrill. I pushed these thoughts out of my mind and went back to my darling. She was dressed very daintily in white short shorts and white top. As she bent over the bed to pick up the blue shell I was to wear, her white nylon panties peeked out of the hem of the shorts. Always before I had turned my head in embarrass- ment to see her panties, but now I was attracted to look at them. No! I wasn't lusting to "have" her, it was a curiosity that I cannot explain even now. As I see the underclothing of women, I thrill to its fit, beauty and trim.

She caught me staring: “What are you looking at, young lady?”

Guiltily I dropped my head. "Your pretty panties show from under the shorts when you bend over. I was attracted to them and couldn't help it."

"Don't feel guilty about that," she said, "I find myself looking at other girls' unmentionables too. There's nothing dirty about looking as some people think. The dirty part is when a person begins to lust sexually for another when he or she has no right. You and I are promised, of course. You have every right to look at me, and want me if you wish. I'm yours forever darling."

What a sweet girl, I thought. She is everything in this world to me. I know I couldn't do without her.

Soon we both were dressed in the prettiest fashion of spring. She in her white shell, white shorts and yellow flats which harmonized with her hair, and I in light blue shell, identical shorts and blue flats. With our bathing suits in a bag held by me, we walked to the dock and got into the inboard cruiser. Very soon we were rocketing across the placid waters. A happier moment of my life I couldn't remember.

We swam, listened to the radio, snacked and rode around for several hours. We tried out both the surfboard and the skis. Many times I found myself wishing this would never end. But end it must. That evening we went to town and shopped together as girls would, pur- chasing a few underthings and stopping for a soda at a drug store.