RANSVESTIA

Robin had decided that this required a celebration and had arranged a party for Saturday night, tomorrow, but tonight was a private cele- bration between her and Bobbie. She had chosen “Danny La Rue's” club for dinner and cabaret. They were finished with dinner and watching the last show. Bobbie was again dressed (at least on top) in a mannishly cut Brocade trouser suit and was being addressed as "Sir," while her partner wore a blue floating chiffon gown and looked utterly feminine.

Janet had never been deceived by Bobbie's clothes. She may have liked to play the man's role on top but underneath, like her feminine under- wear, she was strictly woman. She could never understand how anyone would want to wear such ugly rough garments as men's underwear.

They were finishing their coffee and liqueurs when Bobbie leaned across the table and taking Janet's hand said,

"Darling, I have been trying to gain courage all evening to ask you this. I love you and I'm asking you to marry me. Oh, please say yes!"

Janet was overwhelmed. For the last two months it was obvious they were so suited for each other that she herself had been trying to pluck up enough courage to ask the same question.

"Yes, Bobbie darling, of course I will," she answered with enthusiasm.

They called for another bottle of champagne to celebrate and within the next hour all the arrangements had been made. The announcement would be made tomorrow night at the party and they would be wed the following month.

"Oh, it's wonderful, Bobbie. I've always wanted to be a spring bride."

They finally parted for the night, very reluctantly as there was some danger that it might not be a white wedding but with emotion at last under control they bid each other goodnight. Janet still had those won- derful words ringing in her ears, "Please marry me."

She prepared carefully for the party. This was a very special evening. Not only her engagement but a time when she joined a very special and exclusive club. The chosen gown tonight reflected her mood—demure vet verv gav. A daringly cut underskirt of the lightest rose pink satin,