RANSVESTIA

hearing the story we had concocted gave me the male hormone pre- scription, made out to "Martin Newman" without any hesitancy.

When I got home, I ripped off the horrible clothes and took a shower to get the feeling erased. It was only after a long time in the shower, a cologne rub, and a brief nap in my lovely blue nightie that I finally felt like myself again.

I dressed with care. I liked to pick my dress first and this time I selected a lovely light blue shirtwaist. My favorite Merry Widow, filmy nylon panties, full petticoat, and black patent pumps. My makeup was light again with just trace of mascara and shadow to match my eyes. Pearl necklace and earrings completed my ensemble.

I couldn't wait in the house for Marty as I was too nervous. I walked slowly down to the corner to meet him. My heart leaped when he came to a stop beside me with a kiss.

"Did you get it honey," he asked.

I could only nod, “yes.” He laughed then and with a great bear hug he swung me off my feet. I was very indignant and asked him to ex- plain himself.

"Barb, this was an important step to us. I want to be a man to you. I want to really look like a man instead of a kid. I needed the male hormone to give this character to my body. I went to the doctor today, too, but I got a prescription for female hormones. Now do you under- stand? I was afraid that you couldn't do it if you knew," he explained.

"Oh Martin, I'm so happy. I honestly didn't know what to think. But, darling, isn't it dangerous?"

"No, it isn't. I have studied the dosages that we both will have to take and I know that tl.is has been proven in successful cases hundreds of times. Are you gam ?"

"Oh, yes, yes, a thousand times yes." I replied.

I did not know all that Marty did about hormone treatment but I did know that I would become more feminine and desirable to him and this was the best reason there could be.

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