RANSVESTIA

"Wow! Some memory!"

"Yes, Chief. One glance at that list, and the job's done!”

"Hey, that's just dandy! Well, now to get you at it. Kathy, bring in his suitcase. Ted, you can take those foolish things off and bury them under your shirts."

“Just the shoes. I'll keep the other items on under my regular clothes.”

"What!?" Harry's eyebrows popped up to his hairline.

“On page 17 it says that many TVs wear ladies' lingerie under their male attire," Ted explained. “Check the report if you don't believe me. Might as well start living the part now."

A visible wave of relief swept over Harry's face. “Oh! I see. Guess I missed that part. Well, I'm glad to see an agent plunge into a new assign- ment with such enthusiasm."

Ted slid his nylon-clad legs into his pants.

"While you are putting your clothes back on,” Harry continues, “I'll brief you on the details of your assignment. Your undercover name will be Edward Foster. The usual ID papers are in this wallet. Here is an airline ticket to Los Angeles. Rent an apartment; get a cover job-something sissy like interior decoration would be best. The address of that publisher is on this slip of paper. First thing you do is subscribe to their magazine. Next, join their club and go to their parties – they all dress up in feminine finery and act like silly girls – you'll have to do the same, of course. Then, you volunteer to help with the magazine – copy editing, proofreading or some- thing. From then on, you're on your own. I'll allow you no more than six months to get that mailing list-sooner, if possible. Report back directly to me. Got it?"

"Yes, Chief. One question. Women's clothes are quite expensive-on my salary, I find it difficult enough to keep well dressed in men's apparel without having to buy women's wear, too."

"Hmm. The Agency doesn't consider clothing to be an allowable expense."