RANSVESTIA

She bent beside him, the tight, short skirt, which seemed several inches shorter than was regulation, revealing a great deal of her well- made thighs. She followed his eyes and an impish smile teased her red lips. "Really, doctor," she said.

Mirandez jumped to his feet, stacking his books under one arm. He stared hard at her. Could she be a man? Her amusement was changing to irritation under Mirandez' scrutiny. He had never seen her before, so how could she know his name? "I've never met you before, nurse," he barked, a rebuke in his voice.

She blinked rapidly. "But of course you have, doctor. Oh," she suddenly beamed at him. "It's my hair. It used to be blonde." She pushed the remaining two books at him. Then, with a bright smile and an exaggerated wiggle of her hips, she swayed off hurriedly to the main door of the hospital.

Dazed, Mirandez turned to go on to his classes. Helen Mostyn was standing by her car, an amused smile on her face. The wind blew the back of her hair, and with the sunlight, she appeared to have a halo about her head. Mirandez stepped nervously off the sidewalk into the parking lot as Helen sat down in her car, pulling her legs in demurely after her. He heard her laughter and saw that Ray Martin was sitting in the driver's seat, making some kind of comment. Furiously, Mirandez tore open the door of his own car, and took off, his tires squealing in protest.

The new girl in his class was waiting at his desk, enduring the ap- preciative comments from the pre-med students who attended his class as an option. "I'm Antonia Dobbs," she breathed huskily at him. Her highly polished, pointed nails tapped nervously on her record card. Her long, almost white hair was swept back in one high curve away From her forehead and down her bare back. She wore a tiny orange mini-dress, edged in black, and her orange lips and nails matched her dress. Her legs were dark-tinted by her hose, and she shifted anxiously on her orange and black spike heels while under Mirandez' perceptive gaze. She was expertly made up about the eyes, her faced powdered, lightening her facial skin in contrast to the tanned skin of her upper arms and shoulders.

Mirandez took the proferred records and watched her overly pronounced female sway as she found a desk near the back. A growl from some anonymous student broke the surreptious peeking of the

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