RANSVESTIA

Major Jones was all for sending me off to Europe right then while Major Atkins wanted to change instructors and location for the rest of my training period. The Colonel finally suggested they put me through some tests to see if I were ready to appear in public so our training site could be moved to town. I'll never forget THAT day!

They all fired questions at me in foreign languages-questions about Greta's life, her friends and enemies, politics, religion, likes and dis- likes. We didn't even stop for lunch. They checked me for feminine actions, appearance and womanly credibility. While the Colonel was asking me about the latest fashions, Major Jones sneaked up and pinched me. I whirled and slapped him. That surprised even me! In the not too distant past, I'd have broken his jaw for doing that, but it had never entered my head to hit him—just a nice, healthy, lady-like slap. I was almost in a state of collapse when they finally relaxed and congratulated me on my training. The Colonel said I was several months ahead of their expectations and we could move onto the next phase. I sat down, lit a cigarette, inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled and asked, "Now what?”

The Colonel said, “Greta, I think we'll move you into town and con- tinue your training during the daytime only. Helen will still be your instructor, but the Majors and myself will be taking a much more active part in developing your cloak and dagger techniques.”

"I've no objections to you two getting married," he continued, "but not at this time. I've been in this business for a long time, and the fewer distractions you have, the better off you will be in times of danger. Al- though there will actually be very little danger in your mission, you may find yourself in a tight spot one day, and, if married, your natural in- clination would be to think of your wife first — instead of how you were going to get out of the spot and THAT could be fatal when dealing with our 'friends' across the Wall. When this mission is completed and your transformation back to a man is over, then I'll bless your marriage and give the bride away."

“You're right, of course, Sir," I admitted. “Our feelings towards each other clouded our emotions so much we simply couldn't think of work- able solutions. I think we'll be O.K. now."

Helen agreed and Uncle Henry told us to 'doll up' and he would take us all to dinner. We suddenly realized we were ravenously hungry.

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