RANSVESTIA

"We can salvage something of them, but they are all ragged and shrunk."

I thought for a minute or two in silence and finally said, "This will take a lot of getting used to, I haven't ever considered being a girl before. I'm afraid that I'll have to ease into this slowly, and I'm not afraid to say that I'm extremely embarrassed."

"I don't think that you'll mind after a while, and if it will make you feel any more masculine, we'll keep your hair cut short and not make you wear any makeup. But, really if I were you, I would take advantage of the situation, and learn how the other half lives. Besides with a man in the house you'll be much less likely to cause mischief if you're in skirts too!"

I explained to them hurriedly that I had no intention of starting a love triangle of any sort, but that I was just extremely embarrassed. I would be glad to pitch into all the work that I could do in the little community, that I was a reasonably good cook, and that I would appreciate the chance to do some writing also. I had been doing quite a bit while in college and in the service, and one of the purposes of my oddesy had been to gain experience to write about. I could not guarantee that I would enthusiastically take up the challenge of being one of the girls, but that I felt glad to be alive, and that the softness of a sweater was a million times better than the feel of the cold grave that I had been dug out of.

The girls were pleased, and it was apparent that we hit it off right from the first so that the mutual friendship that would develop, would be deep and lasting in a short time. Penny asked me if I was ready to find something to wear and I followed her back up the stairs.

She dug out a pink man-tailored blouse, a pair of plaid capris, knee sox and a pair of panties. We also discovered that we wore the same shoe size. She left the room and I slipped off the flannel nightgown. The sen- sation that the panties had as I slipped them over my hips was strange and not in the least painful. For a moment I just ran my hand over the material, noticing the clinging softness with my body, and feeling sud- denly warm. I didn't even notice that Penny had come back into the

room.

"I notice that you like them, thought you would somehow."

I stammered looking for the proper words to cover my embarrassment and my actions. Somehow I knew that I had been caught in a newfound wonderful enjoyment of female sensation.