RANSVESTIA

I carefully rolled the stocking into a ring and then slipped my foot into the foot of the stocking and began to slide the nylon up my leg. After pulling the stocking taut I attached it to garters front and back which were hidden up under the leg of the panty girdle and then quickly en- cased my other leg in nylon. In a rather conceited manner I remarked that my cleanshaven, nylon clad legs presented a rather nice appearance. Denise looked at me and smiled.

Next came a dark grey skirt and a matching sweater. The skirt was the sheath type and felt a bit tight but I liked it, while the sweater had a turtle neck and 3/4 length sleeves. It was just tight enough to call atten- tion to my bustline but not in a vulgar manner.

I inquired what kind of shoes would go with this combination and Denise produced a pair of black 3” patent leather pumps. Sitting down on the bed I slipped my feet into the shoes and attempted to stand up. My hurried efforts almost landed me flat on my face, blushing heavily I sat back down on the bed. Denise came to my rescue and said I should put the heel down first and then let my weight settle evenly between the heel and toe. After about 15 minutes of instruction I found I could walk without making a fool of myself. Needless to say I still needed much instruction on how a lady walks in heels.

Denise had moved over to the dresser where she had me sit down and she began to apply base, powder, eyeliner, mascara and lipstick to my face. When that was done she placed a brunette wig upon my head and carefully arranged the hair so the hairline would not show. Stepping back she looked at me and smiled approvingly. I couldn't resist the impulse to look any longer so I walked over to a full length mirror.

The sight which met my eyes was that of a tall fairly attractive women in her middle 20's. I was captivated by the sight and only Denise calling to me brought me back to reality. "Rita, why don't you go into the liv- ing room and mix a couple of drinks and we will sit down and discuss exactly how we will accomplish our masquerade.”

I walked into the hall towards the living room and was very conscious of the high heels and the tight skirt just above my knees. I tried to walk in as feminine a manner as I could considering the newness of my new role. Little did I know that I had just forsaken my masculine role in life nor did I realize the tragedy and heartache which lay ahead for both Denise and I. During the remainder of the day Denise began to put me through a crash program of feminization which I found that I thoroughly

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