RANSVESTIA

Sure. Lots of girls have hair much shorter than yours is now. They just fuzz it up and tease it to make it look long. We both had undressed to brassieres and panties, and I hurriedly slipped the black nightgown over the black panties I had worn that day. Next I slipped into the negli- gee and bedroom slippers.

Debby, after showering had slipped into a light blue outfit which was pretty on her with her light blonde hair. It was, as mine, waltz length and her negligee which tied at the neck in front was extremely pretty.

I sat at her vanity and permitted her to trim the locks of my hair which had presented a slightly mannish appearance. She plucked out a lot of hair at the sideburns and then began to teasse my hair all over. Before long she was brushing, curling with her electric iron and finally spraying. Each process made me feel more feminine. Soon I could see that her handiwork was very successful. Jennifer Whaley was indeed a pretty creation.

"We're just going to have to let daddy see you tonight!” she said hap- pily. "You look too pretty to hide until tomorrow." At that she took me by the hand and led me downstairs to where her daddy was sipping a highball and watching the television.

"Look, daddy!" she announced. "This is Jennifer's own hair. I had no idea that it would enhance her beauty so. It's so much prettier than the wig!"

"Hey! he said... "It sure is. Come on in and sit down for awhile if you'd like to. The late movie is about to begin and it's a good one tonight."

"We'd like to, daddy” she said, "but we've got so much to do tonight. I've got to roll my hair, fix my nails, and hers, too. We will try to be with you some tomorrow evening if you're home, O.K.?"

"Fine, Debby," he agreed.

I guess it was one a.m. before we got into bed together. Both of us were so tired that we went to sleep almost immediately.

When I awoke at 8:00 the next morning I had difficulty remembering where I was at first. Debby had gotten up and was down in the kitchen. I could hear her singing with the radio.