RANSVESTIA

"Thank you, Sir," I replied, "for suggesting I change it."

After coffee, we went to work on my 'devious ways' training that would help me be a good spy. We spoke no English so that conversing in a foreign language would become second nature to me. My training started with the smallest camera I've ever seen (and the quietest, too). I'd wait in the kitchen while he and Helen arranged the living or bed room for a certain picture. Then I had to enter the apartment and take pictures without disturbing them if they were 'sleeping' or I had to leave the room just exactly as I found it. All the time, the tape recorder was going with the volume turned up to catch the slightest noise I made. We'd play it back and I'd do it over again until all we could hear on the tape was background noise which was normal.

So it went for the next few weeks. Training in the daytime was spent in making me a good spy and the evenings were devoted to perfecting me as Greta. By now I could recall names of over one hundred people from photographs shown me, and I could sing from memory almost two hundred songs. Helen and I managed to spend two nights a week alone for awhile and my instructors saw that we never had more than two or three hours together. Once again I began thinking like a female, except when Helen was too close and I'd want to hug and kiss her. I believe the torture of being close to each other and having to behave like friends only served to strengthen our love.

One morning as we were having coffee, the Colonel said, "Greta how is your appendix?"

“Fine, Sir,” I said, “at least it was the last time I looked.”

"That's good," he replied, "because Prein is in a hospital in West Berlin recovering from an appendectomy. Sorry, Greta, but you'll have to lose one perfectly good appendix as soon as we get the information on her incision.”

“I don't think I like that one little bit," I said.

"Neither do I," he said, "but Greta couldn't very well have her ap- pendix removed twice, now, could she? That's just in case you were to have an attack at some future date. Besides, with modern medical tech- niques, you have nothing to worry about - it's no more serious than a bad cold."

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