RANSVESTIA

patent pumps with the highest heels in my wardrobe. This time my makeup was dramatic, with heavy false lashes and black mascara and shadow. I worked very slowly as I wanted this to be perfect. When I finished I walked over to the floor length mirror and gazed in admira- tion at what I had created. This was not Barby the teenager, this was not Barbara, the chic woman who danced so devinely, this was some

one new.

I was excited by the image my mirror showed me. This was someone that I had created. There was a vitality that exuded from every cur- vaceous line that was poured into my tight outfit. What was I going to call this sexpot? I giggled as the name came unbidden to mind. Bunny! Yes, of course. My name was Bunny. Suddenly, I felt that I had to have some man appreciate my new personality. I sauntered slowly out to find Daddy. The house was empty. With a grimace I called Marty's house to ask him to come over. I didn't know if he would like “Bunny” but I had to see some man. Again, no answer. I called the Newman's Studio and I called Daddy's store but my families were not to be found. I found myself getting mad. But Barbara did not get mad. No, but ap- parently Bunny did. I paced the floor wondering what to do. I saw that it was after lunch. I was not hungry but I was thirsty. I went to the kitch- en and there I saw an empty Vodka bottle. However, I knew where there was lots and lots of vodka and other goodies that Daddy served at par- ties. As I poured a drink into a tall glass with ice I knew that I had to do something, and soon: This new feeling was like a consuming fire. I had to have a man. I NEEDED a man. The mirror above the bar told me that I was sensational. I was as ripe and voluptuous as . . as any broad that worked the avenue. After a long gulp of the fiery cocktail I began caressing my silken clad hips, then my legs right up to the things. Finally, with my body burning, I began to caress my breasts in ecstatic rapture. I crooned to myself over and over: "Bunny needs a man. Bunny wants a man, Bunny wants a real man to love her.”

"Bunny needs another drink!"

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I don't know just when I decided this, but I swished behind the bar to pour another vodka and I noticed that the bottle was lower than it had been. I was so hot that I decided that just for a moment I would take off some of my clothes. Impatiently, I tore off my lovely skirt and blouse. Peering at myself in the mirror, I decided that my bra had to go too as it was only holding me back. With a triumphant cry, I flung it across the room. I turned to the mirror and gazed at my freed breasts that stood more erect and pointed. I raised my glass and drank

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