RANSVESTIA

myself properly so I had more privacy and time in which I could admire how I looked. Even the pantyhose looked so different compared to the white ones. I was ready to put on the dress and shoes and then the make- up. My outfit was a blue skirt with a matching jacket which fit perfectly. Betty then gave me some low heeled pumps and had me practice in them. Surprisingly I had very little trouble. Next she made me up and fixed my hair For the final touches I was given some earrings and bracelet and a purse. Even as well as Betty knew me she admitted that I would never be recognized by anyone and that I'd better be prepared for lots of wolf whistles. Of course there were no boys my age to give me a wolf whistle but the mirror told me that I was certainly eligible.

The day passed too quickly and uneventful. I was thrilled as I never had been before at the sound of my heels on the pavement and just being a girl. No one ever gave me a suspicious look at any time. Sadly the day ended as I gave Betty back her clothes and said a final goodbye.

A few years later I left home and struck out on my own. I never see my parents although we write occaisionally, but my life has changed considerably and I'm extremely contented.

Well, that's my story. My coffee break is over and I hear them paging me to report to the operating room. Dr. Browning says that I'm the best nurse he's ever had.

OF COURSE THE LACE TICKLES--- BUT WE ALL GET

USED TO THAT AFTER A WHILE, SIR.

THE SHOPPE