TRANSVESTIA

"I must admit that he is one of the best I've ever seen. I could see how a less well-trained, or inexperienced, eye might be deceived." He reach- ed back and took up his drink. "Well, Dr. Mostyn, do you agree that I have overcome your challenge?"

The amused smile still played upon her lips. "Yes, doctor," she said, "and I shall be most happy to pay off to you."

As she changed into her new three-quarter evening dress, picked especially to show off her lovely ankles and gilt-topped stiletto heels, Helen Mostyn was humming happily. Her roommate, Dorothy Daniels, the red-haired nurse who had bumped into Mirandez earlier, scowled at her. "I don't know why you're going through with it," she said, glan- cing at Helen over the top of her book.

"Now, Dot," chuckled Helen, attaching the long pendant earrings she loved to wear so much. "Don't be jealous. It wasn't my fault that Hec discovered another transvestite on the last day of the challenge. But anyway," she took her eyeshadow crayon and touched up the highlights beneath her eyebrows, "look on the bright side. Now I won't be under any pressure to reveal who the transvestite was who fooled the great Dr. Mirandez."

Dorothy stood up and walked over to the psychiatrist. She placed the fur stole around the bare shoulders. "What will likely happen to the other transvestite?" she asked.

"Oh, I shouldn't worry if I were you," said Dr. Mostyn. "When we left, that is, Ray and I, we left him with Hector. As she said to him, she needs someone, who is an expert, to teach her not to exaggerate her womanly ways." She smiled up at Dorothy, who was at least three in- ches taller than she. "I told you I thought there might be more fire than smoke in Mirandez' denunciations of transvestites. I'm sure I know which expert Antonia had in mind, and I've no doubt that she'll coax Mirandez to help her," she smiled broadly, "on a purely professional and scientific basis, of course"

Dorothy snorted. "Not if your description of Antonia Dobbs was accurate. Actually, I doubt that she really is, in fact, a transvestite if what you said was occurring in Mirandez' office, is typical of her dealing with men." Clearly, she saw little to be amused at in their narrow escape and refused to join in Helen's jocularity. "Don the late