RANSVESTIA

"You must gain their confidence."

"How?"

"By convincing these screwballs that you are one of 'em. Infiltrate their organization."

Ted scratched his head. "In other words, you want me to masquerade as a man who masquerades as a woman?"

"Exactly! Are you willing? It means you'll have to dress up in women's clothes and act as though you liked to do it."

Agent Brewer turned a little pale. Then, somewhat reluctantly he said, “I'll do it, Chief.” Declining the job would have marred his near-perfect record, he realized.

“Good man. I know you would.”

Harry switched on the intercom. "Kathy, you can bring those things in here now." The girl tripped lightly into the office, with a wide grin on her pretty face and a merry twinkle in her eyes. She carried a large paper bag decorated in gold and purple stripes with "Madame Fifi's French Lingerie Shoppe" in bold black letters.

"To get you started and help you overcome any embarrassment, I had Kathy purchase some-er-unmentionables for you,” Harry explained, "Besides, I want to make sure that you can act the part-this report tells how a TV freak is supposed to behave. Strip down, Ted, and Kathy will show you how to put these things on."

Agent Brewer hesitated a moment.

"Don't worry, Teddy. I won't look until you have your panties in place," Kathy promised.

Harry turned to question his secretary. "You did get exotic stuff, didn't you? The report says these nuts like their things fancy."

"Just like us. We girls adore nice clothes," Kathy grinned.

"Which is the only way it should be,” Harry snorted.

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