RANSVESTIA

rest, but instead of being confused, Antonia Dobbs only smiled benign- ly into the general laughter, and slowly and deliberately crossed her legs, allowing Mirandez at the head of the room, to see a brief flash of white panties.

The lecture itself was uneventful, save for a certain restlessness on the part of Miss Dobbs, who apparently found it necessary to cross and re-cross her legs every five minutes of the hour-long class. When all the other students had left, she made a point of coming over to speak to Mirandez. A subtle feminine fragrance reached his nostrils.

"Could you give me a reading list for this course, doctor?" she asked. "I'm afraid I'm very far behind." Her voice was throaty, some might say husky, in pitch. Her brown eyes held Mirandez' and there was cool, mocking laughter in them. He wanted to call her out right then. This was Mostyn's transvestite, he was sure of it. He, the blonde in the orange dress, couldn't help overdoing it and flaunting his supposed femininity in the victim's face.

"Why, of course, miss," he said, and a delicious idea formed in his head. He would string him along, take him back with him to Mostyn's office, and deliver her precious transvestite to her.

Antonia Dobbs was not at all surprised by his invitation to return to his quarters in the hospital to pick up the book list. She picked up a short, orange leather coat and a large black shoulder bag, trimmed with orange, and followed him without comment. He found it in- credibly easy to slip his hand about her waist, and guide her to his car. With her coat unbuttoned, she slid sexily into the low sports car seat, her skirt riding up again to assure him that she still wore white panties.

As they drove along, he stole a quick glance at her. She nervously fidgeted with the door lock, the hem of her dress, and even checked her obviously false eyelashes in a small compact mirror she took from her purse. Mirandez found it the most natural thing in the world to put his arm about her again and guide her through the main hospital en- trance to the private doctors' elevator and thus to his office on the fifth floor. He parted, from her only long enough to leave a message with the administration desk to ask Dr. Mostyn to join him when she was available.

In his office, it was perfectly natural for her to take off her coat and accept his offer of a drink. "Not much of a view,” she whispered

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