RANSVESTIA

a set of heavy bar-bells. She grinned at me as she pressed what looked like a ton to her chest and then easily lowered it to the floor.

"Darn it, Marty, you found me out too soon.

I was dumbfounded and apparently showed it.

"Here, try and lift it," she grinned. I went over and took the stance she had used and tried to raise it from the floor. I could barely lift it and I realized that I could not possibly lift it as she had so easily.

“Okay, now you have tried it and you are not to try it again because you will get hurt if you don't do it properly."

I asked her why she was doing it and she only grinned at me with a crooked grin.

"Marty, I've got big plans for our routines this fall, and I want you to have some patience. Won't you please?"

That was the first time that she had asked me to do something and I certainly was going to cooperate. Besides I now knew that my girl was a lot stronger than I was and the outcome of any fight was obvious.

Later that evening Barb trimmed my hair and for the first time gave me a shampoo. Though she was careful and I kept my eyes closed, I noticed that it stung. I told her that it was too strong but she only grunted as she continued to work the shampoo into my hair. After several rinses and additional applications of the shampoo, she finally dried my hair with a towel and then proceeded to comb it into a style which she set with pins and curlers. She then wrapped a huge towel around it and said she was through.

"Marty, come over after supper and I'm going to show you a sur- prise that I have been saving. Oh, yes, wear your swim trunks and beach robe. I'm going to the beauty parlor for a late appointment and I'll be back about seven.'

I agreed and after supper I walked over to Barb's house in my trunks and robe.

I stopped with a gasp as Barb opened the door, or was it Barb? Her page boy was gone and her beautiful brunette hair was now a closely