RANSVESTIA

"Oh?" I raised my eyebrows clear up to my red bangs, "so how come a cold is suddenly treated with pentathol and knives?" A week later, however, I was smuggled into the naval hospital and my perfectly good appendix was removed and my nice, smooth feminine body had a small, neat scar to prove it.

Helen and I returned to the farm for my recuperation and spent six wonderful weeks together. We studied, practiced and played. The time passed much too quickly for me and we moved back into the city.

My training was nearing completion and we started planning my trip to Europe to assume Greta's place when the Colonel received some good Greta was coming to the U.S. for a tour of nite clubs!

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New plans were quickly made and I was ready to step into my new role a little frightened, but excited, too. The plan was simple. One Greta would be quietly picked up and kept under maximum security and I would step in and assume her life. Sodium Amatol would help her give up her secrets that would help me. The latest photographs showed that Greta was still the same shade of blonde, but her hair was now shoulder length as was mine. Helen helped me become that blonde again, and gave me the formula to be used for touching up my roots while I was on the road.

Greta arrived in New York City and was shadowed for three days. No one contacted her and we decided to make the switch before her opening date. I knew enough songs from memory that I wasn't worried about her choice of selections. When Greta returned to her hotel room after visit- ing the nite club to review the last minute arrangements, we were wait- ing for her. She was hit with the Amytol before she could do anything but look surprised at her unexpected visitors. We all questioned her about her contacts, reasons for being here, any new boy friends, any- thing we could pull off the tops of our heads in a hurry. Little did I rea- lize that some of her answers would come in very handy - even before I left the States. Helen suddenly reached over and pulled a lock of her hair until it was straight. "Well,” she said, “she has trimmed a couple of inches off since her last picture, Greta, so I guess you'd better come into the bathroom with me while I trim yours the same way." I told Helen, "I surely hate to lose any of my hair since it has taken me so long to grow it."

"Yes, I know," she replied, "I remember as a little girl the first time

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