RANSVESTIA

"Darling, will you let me shave your legs so that I can make you look more like a girl?" Dianne asked looking at me with an almost begging air.

"All right, and let me shave my face as well," I said, feeling that this was really almost as much fun as she was having. First Dianne applied some cream or something to my legs and said it would take about five minutes to work. While we waited for that I shaved as close as I could so that she wouldn't have to contend with the day-old stubble of my beard.

Then she wiped the cream off and all the hair on my legs came off with it. "There, now you have nice feminine legs," she giggled, standing back and looking my legs over for any trace of hair which might have escaped her.

Next came the nylons which Dianne helped me to put on and fasten to the garter tabs on the girdle. My legs tickled as the smooth material compressed them slightly and again that funny feeling inside of me. The feel of those nylons was as electrifying as they were sheer and they were so sheer that except for the faint sheen which they imparted to my legs I couldn't really see them on my legs.

Next came a pair of white patent shoes with little straps that fit around the back of the heel and had about two-inch heels. Dianne had me sit down and she placed these shoes on my feet and fastened the strap around my heel.

Then she began to apply make-up to my face. First a foundation and then from out of nowhere it seemed she had produced a pair of tweezers and begun plucking my eyebrows. By this time I was begging to see what I looked like but Dianne insisted that I wait until she was done so that I could really appreciate the change she was trying to produce. So, I waited. She took a pencil and applied it to my eyebrows which she had reshaped to suit her. Then came shadow and liner and mascara and finally a brilliant pink shade of lipstick. Shiny pendant earrings, a pearl necklace and a small shiny bracelet all found their way to appropriate places on my new self.

"Now, all we need is a wig," said Dianne and as she was speaking she produced a brown wig of moderate length from one of the suitcases. This she placed on my head and secured there. A few minutes with comb and brush and Dianne again stepped back to survey her handiwork. This she