RANSVESTIA

stood in front of the sole window, which looked onto the cement wall of the twin office tower of the hospital complex. Mirandez grunted and moved over to join her. He put his hand back upon her shoulder to pass her a drink. She, however, turned into him, slipped her arms about his waist. Lightly she kissed him on the mouth. Trapped with drinks in both hands, Mirandez tried to pull away.

Her eyes were contemptuous. "Come on, doctor," she said. "Isn't this the game we were going to play? Isn't this what you brought me here for?"

Before Mirandez could reply, there was a rap on his door, and, as was the custom of the hospital, Drs. Mostyn and Martin breezed in. They stopped awkwardly as they saw the pair by the window. Antonia quickly released her hold, took one of the drinks from Mirandez' hand and stepped lightly away, sending a small triumphant smile in Helen Mostyn's direction.

"Well, what is it, doctor?" asked Martin sharply, ignoring Antonia Dobbs. "Are you willing to admit yet that you haven't been able to meet Dr. Mostyn's challenge?"

Mirandez put his drink on the window ledge, his hand trembling slightly. "But isn't it obvious?" he said, confused by the noncommittal faces. "You can see for yourselves, can't you? Why else would I bring this person into my office? This is a transvestite, is it not, Dr. Mostyn?”

Antonia Dobbs jumped as if she had been scalded. Her drink spill- ed upon her beautiful dress. She looked wildly about at the three doc- tors. "What is this?" she said, her voice harsh and deep.

Martin gaped at the stunning blonde, but Helen Mostyn had begun to smile in amusement. Mirandez stepped over to his chair, and sat down. Now he was drained of the tenseness he had felt for the last three days. "You cannot fool me, young man," he said to the white- haired "girl." "From the first time I saw you, I could tell you were a man.'

The girl sought for a chair, her eyes downcast. "How could you tell?" her voice was strangled. Drops of water fell on her knee.

"You overdo everything," sighed Mirandez. "Every feminine gesture is repeated endlessly. But," he looked deliberately at Mostyn,