Ransvestia

into the other office. Lt. Osborne followed me and gave me some tissues to wipe off the lipstick until I could get to a washroom and really clean up. I sat down and looked — really looked at my legs. I turned my feet this way and that and studied them. There was a full-length mirror on the closet door, so I walked over and stood in front of it and looked my- self over thoroughly. All this time, Lt. Osborne just sat and looked at me.

"Do you think I can do it?” I queried?

"I think you can,” she replied, "for several reasons."

I smiled a little and said, "But I've never done anything like this in my life. I was angry when I first saw these clothes because I thought it was some kind of a joke. I was embarrassed when I first put them on, but not now. What's happened to me? I kind of like the feel of these clothes next to my skin. It's wierd, but not unpleasant. Lt. Osborne, is there something wrong with me I mean about liking this sensation about wearing feminine clothing? I — I'm even getting used to the feel of this hair on my face and neck.”

She lit a cigarette before she answered. “No, I don't believe there is anything wrong in feeling like you do. True, it is a new and bewildering experience, but you may have dormant inclinations of transvestism — that is desire to wear the clothes and adopt the mannerisms of the op- posite sex or you would still be angry over wearing those clothes. Something happens to a person when they assume a new role or atti- tude such as just now you unconsciously smoothed your skirt as you sat down. Also, you didn't walk as awkwardly when you went over to the mirror as you did when we first went into the office. And there were other actions strictly feminine that make me believe that you will be successful as Greta if you accept this assignment."

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"You'll have one helluva job on your hands, Lieutenant.” I said. “I don't understand all this, but tell the Colonel I'm about to change my name. Now, I would like to change clothes."

She smiled as she said, "O.K., Miss Prein, I'll see you later and thanks very much for accepting."

After I had changed back into my uniform and scrubbed all traces of makeup off my face, I returned to the Major's office. "What's next, Sir?" I asked.