RANSVESTIA

this garment molded my body into. Nylons, and a carefully padded bra, plus a tape job for cleavage followed. Then I put on a lacy slip and a housecoat.

Marie took me back into the bathroom and I was seated in front of the vanity mirror. Putting a towel around me, she began my most dra- matic transformation. She had been a beauty operator after high school in the summers and was quite skilled. So under her deft hands, my shapeless locks got an official girls hair cut, complete with bangs and back parting. A set followed, pin curls and rollers, and when the operation was over, and the rollers were removed, I had a Greek girl hair do, fluffy, and all femininely curled, with tendrils by my ears and puffy bangs to the edge of my eyebrows, as if pointing the way to my next step of transformation.

She set to work, and with a great deal of ouches and painful yelps from me, succeeded in plucking my thick eyebrows to graceful arched curves. Luckily, I have a light beard, or I think that would have been pucked too, but I am able to go without shaving for at least two days. so we left the beard alone. She then applied light makeup, explaining the procedure, and separating it, for my sole use. We used light shadow and a pale pink lipstick with a sheer base.

About this time, I had started getting the feeling of the whole thing. It's much easier to think of yourself as a girl, when you see a fluffy feminine head, peeking back at you in the mirror. Once the initial shock of the transformation wore off, I was quite pleased with my appearance, and my new identity, which I found quite easy to relate to. Marie had continued to call me Anne all through the whole thing, and I was keyed to respond to that name only. At the moment, I think that if she had called me Bill, I would have looked at the girl in the mirror and asked her who she was talking to. To add to all this the cool deliciousness of the lace on the hem of my slip, as it rubbed against my sensitive nylon clad legs, filled me with pleasure.

"Anne, you're all ready now, and I think that I'll leave you fairly alone to develop the rest of your personality and appearance. Why don't you go into your bedroom, and get dressed as you see fit, and I'll start some dinner?”

I went in, gliding nyloned feet over the carpet, and checked through the wardrobe that she had provided for me. I was cognizant of her clothes, but was sort of pleased to find that she had put the items that

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