RANSVESTIA

order of the moment and continued until I was sitting second in line in the left lane at a red light. Suddenly the left turn lane to my left began to move. My high heeled pump pushed down on the power to send me smacking with a loud crash into the still motionless automobile in front of me. It turned out my car was not damaged, but... Things got really exciting for a while. The driver came flying back screaming at me, being very uncivil.

My well padded left breast bounded with the pounding heart muscle under it. Had I not been dressed, we probably would have resolved the situation quite differently, but as it was I was the frightened, confused lady (I didn't fake it either). The damage to the other car was real enough for somehow I had managed to dislodge and bend his rear bumper. He was a bit more than slightly angry, but did settle for cash on the spot for his dam- ages. I got out of there and into a residential neighborhood fast expecting him to change his mind and perhaps send a police car looking for me since the cash settlement was far less than a negligent collision ticket would have been. Once back into the motel I could and did relax.

Here the enjoyment and pleasure came again as I slowly disrobed, toileted, redressed and prepared for bed and my baby blue transparent nightie. It was so very freeing of the emotions and excitement of the day just to lounge around in such a comfortable outfit that I really did not want to go to sleep that night. Such freedom I had never before known. Such freedom that extended to going dressed every where except to work during the whole business trip really was powerful. It took a bit to go to the drive up window of a restaurant and take home supper. It took a bit the first time I went to a self-service gasoline pump, waited my turn behind a GG and filled my tank, but it was so rewarded. But most freeing of all was the purchase of my wig to relieve me of the scarf routine. I felt free for the first time to dress and go about as I choose without a care until the night before I had to return home.

Though I was not directly involved, my cardiac function was again stimulated almost to the run away point when as I drove along near the western extremity of San Antonio and suddenly found myself engulfed in growling police cars with flashing lights. I never knew there were so many and could arrive at one place so fast. They had come to quiet what looked like a bar room brawl. When I figured that out my chest finally settled down from its excursion into panic. Believe me I turned in the direction of my motel with haste and got inside lest I became the center of attention. For the last time for a while my favorite nighty consoled me to relaxation and sleep.