RANSVESTIA

miniskirts. Qh, no! Right in my office!" He buried his face in his hands. "Come in here at once!"

A very nervous girl hesitantly entered. Cynthia took Kathy's hand and squeezed gently. As soon as she had seen the list, Cynthia had known who to thank for the completeness of her own conversion to femininity.

Harry found it difficult to replace the admiration he had held for Kathy with the disgust he knew he should feel. He looked up, sadness in his eyes. "I'm right, aren't I?"

"Y-yes, sir," Kathy managed to confess.

The pieces of the puzzle were finally all in place. Harry pronounced the sentence without enthusiasm: "You're fired-mandatory for security violation, even if you weren't a pervert and responsible for corrupting Brewer into perversion."

Those words incensed Cynthia. "Perverts, indeed! Have you con- sidered your own position, dear Harry, once it becomes known that your secretary, who has been with you for almost five years, and with whom you have had regular luncheon dates, is really a male?”

The point was not lost on Harry. His hand reached for another tran- quilizer.

In the meantime, Kathy had regained her composure. "There's another thing I should tell you, boss. If I go, Joan quits, too. She's my wife. Now you know why I've never let you be alone with her."

"Wife!?" Harry echoed incredulously, "What kind of a girl would want a husband like you?"

"You said yourself that she was a smart girl,” Cynthia pointed out, "And, need I remind you, when any key personnel in Cryptography leaves our employment, standard policy requires that all the Agency cipher be changed-at a cost of a quarter-million dollars. The Head Man wouldn't like that - he just finished telling a Congressional Committee he planned to cut the budget this year. Pity you can't bend the silly rules just an itsy-bitsy."

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