RANSVESTIA

I came back into the bedroom and timidly asked Barb to help me with the corset. I held onto the door as she started to lace me up. I soon gasped for breath as she laced tighter and tighter. Finally with a cry of anguish I asked her to stop. She took me in her arms and said that she did not want to hurt me and would I please forgive her. In my bare feet, I had to look up at her and I found once more that I was enjoying a new thrill with this feeling of being able to boss this girl. I told her that I wanted to be properly fitted in the corset but I could not dance if the corset was too tight. We both adjusted the beautiful garment until I was satisfied with the fit and the tightness. I was stunned to look down and see the curves that I had admired in the models at the store and I started for the long floor length mirror to see my new figure better. Barb asked me to wait until we were through before looking at myself and I returned to her vanity bench where I finished fastening the stockings. Barb handed me the black silk dancing slippers which looked too small for my feet. However, when I put them on, I found that they fit like gloves and felt like heaven on my feet. I looked at the small feet so beautifully shod and found it hard to believe that they were mine. I looked up at Barb and saw that grin again. She confessed that she had taken a pair of my shoes to her father's store and got the proper size for me.

Becoming more and more enthusiastic, I sat still as Barb combed out my hair. As I was facing away from the mirror at the vanity, I could not see the results of Barb's treatment and shampoo but her look was one of pleasure. Next she carefully made up my face and even plucked my eye brows, applying her tweezers with a new tenderness. When she finished, she helped me into the beautiful dress that I had been looking at with eager anticipation.

Then with drop rhinestone earrings as a final touch, Barb stood back to look at me. I was amazed as she swallowed hard and asked me to look in the mirror. I turned and walked to the mirror in the high heeled pumps as if I had always worn them. I stopped. The creature in the mirror that stood there so beautiful and chic was a stranger. I turned as I had seen the models do, easily and gracefully. I was thunderstruck when I realized that I was as beautiful as some of the models at the store.

I turned to Barb and looked at her for a long time. She stood there with a look of wonder mixed with hope that I would forgive her. As we faced each other not a sound was made. My mind reeled. I knew then, the reason for so many of the strange frustrations that I had en-

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