RANSVESTIA

"Goodnight, Helen," I said, "see you in the morning." As I undres- sed, I experienced the faint thrill and excitement of the silky smooth- ness of the garments against my skin. I put on a blue nylon 'shortie' nightgown and slid into bed. I lay awake for awhile thinking about my future, but sleep soon came and the next thing I knew, the alarm was going off. As I reached to turn it off, my hairless arm started me, and I awoke to the full realization that I was going to start living the life of a woman. I showered and selected a skirt and blouse to wear. I picked up a pair of flats, then decided I'd better wear heels until I was completely at ease walking in them.

Helen had started breakfast, and after exchanging good mornings, she said, "I'm glad you didn't shave, because I'll need your whiskers as targets later this morning." After the breakfast dishes were done, Helen, with a glint in her eye, smiled and said, “Come into my room and get your shot."

"Shot?" I asked, “What for?”

"Hormones," she replied. "One shot a day and powdered hormones sprinkled on your food. Hormone cream for your body. In other words, m'lady, we're on a crash program to feminize you." She swabbed my arm, stabbed me with the needle and slowly forced the liquid into my

arm.

"Next, we work on the beard"—and she worked for thirty minutes on each side of my face and around my mouth. It was quite tender and red when she finished, but it felt strangely smooth. I decided it might be worth it not to have to shave ever again and told her so.

That was followed by a voice lesson. I tried to imitate the tone and inflections of the real Greta and after about an hour, the inflections came easier, but I was getting hoarse from trying to reach the right tone. Helen thought I did very well and told me the tones would come natur- ally as the hormones did their work. We started in, on her mannerisms. Helen would show a short piece of movie film, and I would try to imi- tate her actions. We were so engrossed neither of us noticed we had missed lunch until I started to pick up a coffee cup like Greta. I com- mented that my legs were aching from walking so much in heels, so we took a long coffee break and became better acquainted with each other. As we talked, Helen shaped my nails and put on nail polish. When the polish was dry, she suggested that I shave and she'd start my makeup

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