RANSVESTIA

vagina to heal and be shaped at the same time. I would be able to experience, and hopefully enjoy, full sexual relations as a woman. This last knowledge made my operation more than priceless to me, for now I was really and truly a woman for my Marty to appreciate and enjoy. Martin's operation was a success in every respect and he was well on the road to complete recovery.

My first visitor was my Marty. I brushed my hair, bound a blue ribbon around my head, and traced some color into my lips. Mommy had brought me a gorgeous bed jacket of my favorite blue which I wore.

When Marty came in, I was thrilled to see my beloved. So awfully much had happened since I last saw him. He came over and took me in his big arms while he smothered me with kisses that made me feel weak.

"Stop it, you big goof, do you want me to faint dead away on you. Sit here on the bed and let me get a look at my man.”

Releasing me, he sat up and then made me the happiest girl alive.

“Barbara Joan, this moment is very precious to both of us. I love you so much that it hurts. I have paced the floor outside your room, waiting for you to get well so I could see you. Honey, this is what we planned for. And now, my darling, will you marry me?"

What does a girl say when her beloved asks that all important question. I started to cry, and through my tears, I nodded my head. I held out my arms and Marty moved quickly to hold me close. After a half a box of Kleenex, I finally stopped sniffling and I looked at him with stars in my eyes.

"Oh darling, you have really made my life complete. I want nothing more of life than to be your wife because I love you so.”

Marty reached into his pocket and took out a small box. Opening it, he took out the most brilliant diamond ring. Tenderly, he placed it on the third finger, left hand and sealed it there with a kiss. I held up my hand to admire it. It seemed too large. It was a solitaire mounted in platinum.

Then, there seemed to be an endless stream of visitors who all had to see my pretty ring.