RANSVESTIA

She sat down on a low divan. "Come here, dear, I want to say some- thing to you," and I approached reluctantly. She drew me down on her knee and held me close. "Now dry your eyes, I'm not going to hurt you, I'm only going to give you a real treat. To be a page boy, and have a uni- form would be lovely, and this is the nearest we can get. You are not going to tell your brothers, are you? And I won't either, so who's going to know? It will be our secret. And when you are my page boy, I'm go- ing to let you help me with my clothes too. Won't that be fun? I bet you have never seen a lady change her frock, have you? Wouldn't you like that? There, I knew you'd be sensible," and she gave me a big hug and a kiss as I sat there on her knee.

"Now, you are all right. Will we dress you now?” Of course I was putty in her hands and I assented, under the heady sensation of her nearness, her expensive perfume, and her masterly managing. So she re- moved my clothes and first drew the white stockings on me, held up with elastic garters. Next the Singlet with a fancy top went on, and she next took up the silky blue bloomers. "Now, dear, step into these pantaloons, that's right, up they go, oh lovely, you do look nice. We'll pop the jacket on you now." And on went the pretty blue frock. It fitted perfectly, and with the addition of the buckled slippers the picture was complete.

Mrs. Keen was ecstatic about it, and had me walk back and forth be- fore her so that she could admire the results of her handiwork. She clap- ped her hands and said how lovely an effect it was and called me over to where she sat on the sofa. She drew me down onto her knce again, and spoke softly to me for quite a while, of how nice it was going to be for us both and how she would get me lots more nice things and teach me how to be a real help to a lady. Then we did the usual little jobs together in an intimate sort of way, in the house where all was perfect anyway.

That day must have been one of heady success for Mrs. Keen; she now had the daughter she had always wanted, and she knew there would be many days like this. When I left that first day she said she would arrange for me to come again the next Saturday.

"Oh, please don't tell my mother." I begged her.

She replied, "Well, of course not dear, not as long as you are a good page boy for me.”

“Oh, I will, I will," I promised.

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