RANSVESTIA

She was quite a tall lady, well built and very attractive, always dressed in the best of clothes, and could choose from several fur coats which hung in her closet. She did not mind making it plain to all that they were the wealthy Keens.

When I came round to play with Billy, she would make quite a lot of me, and see to it that I always got my share of the expensive biscuits and cookies she laid on for us. After a time she would send Billy off on an errand, and call me in. “You come with me, I've got a little job you can help me with." It would usually be some simple thing like running the vacuum over the hall carpet. We had no carpets, and so, no vacuum, and to me this was a treat, using a real electric machine! She would al- ways praise me afterward. "You are a dear boy, you've made a lovely job of that, now put the vacuum away and I'll have something special for you." When I got the special it would be a stick of candy, an intimate little hug and a kiss. This may have caused some boys of this age to bolt, but I never got candy at home, and there was little time for a show of af- fection, and this was the "bait" Mrs. Keen used to "hook" me. This went on for some time, and always Mrs. Keen, who no doubt had a goal in sight, pursued it relentlessly. More and more frequently she saw to it that her husband and son went off fishing and hunting, and then she would send for me. My parents were quite happy about this, as it kept me happy, and they knew I could come to no harm.

On one such day I was there by 9 am, and Mrs. Keen seemed in a spe- cial state. We did several little jobs around the house together and she made sure there was a little bowl of sweets I could help myself to. Then her program of "conversion" for me began.

"Now, dear, we're going to have a lovely time today. I've decided to let you be my page boy. I read a book last night in which all the ladies of the French Court each had a page boy, to help them with their clothes. Now, would you like to be my page boy?“

She gave me a little hug and a kiss to encourage me further. “Well, would you like to be my page boy? I'll find you a lovely uniform, and you'll look just lovely.” So I went along with it.

Just whatever you say, Mrs. Keen. I'll do it if you want me to."

"Yes dear, I do want you to, and I know you will just love it. Now in the book the page boy wears a blue velvet jacket, matching pantaloons,

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