TRANSVESTIA

In the bathroom Bill found a pair of white lace panties, a long line bra, a pantie girdle, and some dark colored nylons. On the rim of the tub was a box of bubble bath which he proceeded to use liberally. After the bath, and after shaving, which somehow made him feel even cleaner, he started to dress. The panties came first, then the bra, the cups of which he stuffed with crumpled up toilet tissue. The girdle and stockings came last. He did have a problem with the stockings but soon figured out how to fasten them. "It's funny," he thought. "I ex- pected to feel funny dressed like this but somehow I don't. It feels kind of nice."

Taking a dressing gown from its hook on the back of the door he went out to Sue. She had him take off the robe and turn around as she looked him over.

"Not too bad. A little padding in the seat and a good pair of falsies will be needed, but over all I think you will look all right. Come into the bedroom and I'll make you up."

He followed her into the bedroom where she had him sit at her makeup table with the mirror behind him. "We have a whole month to get you ready for the contest," she remarked, "and that isn't much time but I think a pleasant surprise now will make you want to go on."

How to make up is one of the things you will have to learn, and it is one of the easier ones." She said, working on him as she talked. “You are going to have to walk, talk, and think like a woman. Every gesture has to be right." Finally she slipped a blonde wig onto his head. "There. Uh Uh! Don't turn around yet." From a drawer she produced a short half slip, and while he was putting that on took a white minidress from the closer. Once he had that on she had him put on her wrist watch and bracelet, then put a pair of small earrings on him. Not until then did she let him see himself. "Okay, Bill, now you can turn around and meet Barbara."

He turned and his jaw dropped. Instead of the rather slender elec- tronics technician that looked back from his shaving mirror each morning there was a very pretty young lady, the kind that he would have given not just a second look to but a third and fourth. “That's me?" he blurted out.

"Who did you expect? The Mona Lisa, maybe?"

"I'm not sure just what I expected, but, wow, it wasn't anything like this."