RANSVESTIA

"I-I suppose not. But I was hoping.... Aw, gee, Chief, I just couldn't help myself. Something came over me-guess I lost my head." Cynthia was quite contrite. "I'll send them back, if you insist," she offered.

"You bet I insist. And for Heaven's sake do it right away, before Barrett sees the bills.”

"I'll try," she promised.

"But why did you buy that stuff in the first place?" Harry continued, "Don't tell me it was needed on the job!"

"No, I guess not, really. But I wanted to make a big splash at our last party. And I did, too-boy, were the other gals envious!"

Harry was beginning to wonder whether Agent Brewer had lost his marbles along with his pants. Then, the chilling thought that Cynthia might not have finished occurred to him. He stared hard into her pretty blue eyes. "Anything else?”

"Maybe another outfit or two, but I think that's all the major items. Except the medical bills for my breast implants," she answered matter-of- factly.

"B-B-Breast implants, did you say!?" Harry stammered, "You mean those bumps are sewn under your skin?"

"The operation cost only a thousand, Chief. For both of them."

"I'm not concerned about the cost- this time-I'm worried about the screws in your head."

"But I needed a bust to bust open the case!" Cynthia cupped her hands around the objects in question. "These are what finally convinced the other girls that I'm a genuine transvestite. I'd never have gotten near your precious name list without them."

"Those ghouls! Wait till I get my hands on them!" Harry stormed. It became clear to Harry that his agent must have been put under a tremen- dous psychological strain. A lapse into temporary insanity was quite un- derstandable in such circumstances - that probably accounted for the extravagant purchases. He reached over the desk and took her hand in his.

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