RANSVESTIA

pletely nude before the mirror, her thoughts of the future were finalized. Her hair, now set in curlers, and appropriately covered with a chiffon scarf, she stepped into the bath. As she luxuriated in the bath with her dreams the silence was broken by Joe. Opening the bathroom door and peering in at the elegant figure in the bath, Joe questioned her tardiness.

Blushing ever so lightly, Charlene informed Joe, who was dressed in pajamas and robe, that he was infringing on a woman's most cherished pastime and that she would be ready in ten minutes.

After drying and powdering herself with perfume scented powder, Joe's favorite, she diligently and expertly replaced her make-up. With this complete she fixed her hair in a most fashionable and bewitching style.

Attaching her lacy bra in the back, and adding most realistic falsies, she then stepped into an exquisite floor length satin gown with lace bodice and a pegnoir of virgin white. A glance in the mirror, a pat at a misplaced curl told Charlene she was ready to make her grand entrance. Stepping into matching mules she glided into the living room and the awaiting arms of her husband. Extending his arms to the fullest Joe paused to drink in the lovely form which stood before him.

"An angel in white," were the words spoken by Joe.

"My how fate does work. It is too impossible to be true. Yet here we are, just the twɔ of us,” replied Chariene.

Encircling their arms, and holding their champagne glasses, they each made a toast to the other and drank from the other's glass. This was followed by the breaking of the glasses in the fireplace.

Joe then, quite forcefully, took Charlene again in his arms and smothered her with kisses. Joe and Charlene became drunk with love and finally fell asleep in each other's arms in the wee hours of the morn- ing.

Awakening before Joe, Charlene went about her housewife duties of preparing breakfast. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the crack- ling sound of frying bacon caused Joe to rise, put on his robe and enter the kitchen. Dressed in the mules from last night, but in a shorter pink gown and pegnoir with puffy sleeves, Charlene glided across the kitchen