RANSVESTIA

While I stood there looking at myself, and for some reason, secret- ly admiring the reflection, she suddenly said, "Oh! shoes." She came back with a pair of loafers and a pair of knee length nylon hose. "Try these on"

Well you guessed it, they fit. I would have liked them a size wider, but they were quite comfortable.

"You look fine," she said as I stood before her completely dressed. "I wouldn't advise you going out in broad daylight like that, but there probably won't be many people about and no one will pay you any particular attention. Are you still game?"

It was too late to back out now. "If you don't mind, neither do I. Let's go. I'll need my keys and wallet."

No pockets!

She giggled at my discomfiture. "We can put them in my purse. Unless you want to carry one. I have an extra," she added mis- chievously.

"No thanks, you carry them."

So, off we went. By this time the storm had just about blown itself out. All that was left was a drizzly rain. However it must have dis- couraged the dinner crowd. When we arrived, there were only a few people in the place. Thankfully, the place was rather dim and no one seemed to pay us any attention.

We had a very enjoyable evening. I guess Lucille tried to make up for the earlier mishap. For my part, once I got over my apprehension, I felt great. The soft jersey blouse seemed to mold itself to me. The slacks and jacket felt so much lighter and softer than the suit I had been wear- ing, that I couldn't help mentioning it to Lucille.

"You like wearing feminine clothes?" she asked softly.

"This is my first experience, and so far I must say I really am en- joying it. However, I think a lot of it has to do with the company and the owner of the clothes."

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