Ransvestia

tion complete. It was no longer a man in womans clothing looking from the mirror but a young lady, rather tall but definitely on the attractive side. Picking up a watch that I had borrowed from Denise, slipped it onto my wrist and then suddenly remembered that I was supposed to wake Denise up at 6:15 and it was now 6:30.

She was already awake when I leaned over to waken her. She smiled up at me, complimented me on my appearance and then suggested that I fix coffee while she dressed. Denise wasn't going to accompany me to the Beauty Shop because she had an appointment with the Doctor who was handling her treatments and it could not be rescheduled.

It was after 7:00 a.m. before Denise and I finished our coffee and she finished giving me advice on how to conduct myself as a receptionist. With a smile and a quick kiss on the cheek Denise wished me luck and walked to the door with me. I knew that the time had come when I would no longer be just impersonating a woman but now I would have to actu- ally be one in almost all aspects. Needless to say I was having feelings of apprehension and doubt. Once again Denise seemed to sense what I was experiencing and she gave me some comfort by assuring me that I looked as genuine as any real woman could possibly look. I smiled, reached for a scarf to protect my hair from the wind and then picked up my purse. After giving Denise one last squeeze of the hand I stepped out into the hallway and began walking down toward the taxi stand. Since Denise had to have the car to go to the doctor, I would have to either take the bus or a taxi. I chose the taxi.

The taxi arrived and I instructed the driver to take me to the beauty shop and then settled back for the fifteen minute ride. I noticed the driver trying to eye me out of the rear view mirror whenever he had a chance. Feeling a bit devilish I thought I would tease him a bit. Making as if I was uncomfortable I deliberately allowed the skirt of the dress to ride up my legs to the point that the tops of my nylons were visible. It may sound conceited but I do have nice legs and it wasn't very long be- fore the cab driver had just narrowly missed an accident because of his gawking. When we arrived at the beauty shop I got out of the cab in such a manner as to reveal just a little more of my legs but not enough to be vulgar. To my surprise the cabby just drove off and forgot to collect his fare! I chuckled to myself at the thought of what the man would have thought if he had only known the truth about me.