RANSVESTIA

Mrs. Keen was well pleased at this turn of events. It clearly gave her power over me to do anything she pleased, and I would do it gladly. And so it was arranged that I should go to her every Saturday, and my pay would be two shillings then, that is twenty cents.

Next Saturday I was there early in the afternoon, and Mrs. Keen took me directly to her room where my clothes were already laid out. “Now dear, I want you to dress yourself today. I can't be doing it for you all the time."

So she sat on the bed and watched as I stripped and then dressed in my page's suit. I hesitated at stepping into the bloomers, but she hurried me on with it, and soon I was fully dressed again, and then a noticeable change would come over her. "There now, darling, you are my page again, come here." And there would follow a session in which I was cuddled and petted and kissed, accompanied by her contented murmur- ings, which clearly afforded her an outlet for the love and affection she missed from her own son.

A few Saturdays after this she felt that the next stage had been reach- ed, and one day she announced that she would change her frock for the afternoon and that I was to help her. "It is one more lesson in becoming a real page boy.” So she led me to her room where she had a lovely green linen frock laid on the bed. “Now, page, undo the butons right down the back, gentle now!"

I realized that I was to help her take off her frock. My hands shook with nervousness. I had never seen a woman take off anything but her hat. Under her insistent instructions I gathered the frock up around her and slipped it off over her hair. "Now my slip, and be careful." With a thumping heart and fumbling hands I did as I was told, and she then bent down and kissed me. "You did quite well for the first time, you'll soon get used to it.”

To me she looked a picture of loveliness as she moved about before my fascinated gaze in her lovely silk stockings, shell pink silky bloomers, and bra top chemise. "Come now, get me that slip there,” indicating a clean one, “and help me on with it." The green linen frock followed, and then I had to brush her hair, a lengthy business, as she loved to have her hair well brushed. Although she gave no sign, she must have loved