RANSVESTIA

companied by Marge. The two of us then spent the next half hour shaving, lathering, re-shaving, rinsing, re-lathering and again re- shaving up and down my legs. Starting at the thighs and ending at the toes.

I then went to the bedroom and put on my undergarments. I soon found myself in front of a mirror admiring my newly shaven, nylon clad legs. Forcing myself to leave the mirror, we then went about making-up my face. I have done this in the past, but for this special occasion Marge took over complete control. From foundation, to eye make-up to rouge and lipstick. Finally, a shoulder length, brown wig was gently brushed into position, bangs neatly placed above the eyes.

I then went to the closet to choose my wardrobe. I must have been beginning to live the role of my femme self because I just could not decide what to wear. I have a burgundy dress, but it is short- sleeved,too revealing for my masculine arms. For just a shopping spree, I could not wear my long evening gown. We decided upon a brown A-line skirt with a white, button front, long sleeve blouse. My shoes were black, half-inch pumps.

I filled my purse with what I hoped would be the basic essentials every woman would need - make-up, comb and brush money, keys, tissue paper, and my wallet. In case any trouble occured, I would have proper identification.

As fate would have it, just before we were about to put on our coats and leave, the front door bell rang. It was the next door neighbor, a boy of sixteen, and he was asking for me. I had walked into another room, out of his sight, as my wife told him I was not at home I was not there, for Deanna was now there.

Having checked the direction he walked and seeing that the "coast was clear," Deanna was about to step out in public. We have gone on drives in the past, but only at night. We even drove through a drive-in restaurant. But nothing as daring as this.

I walked directly to the car, not turning my head or looking around. I got into the car and waited for my "girl friend." Off we went to the main street and started towards the first development. Other cars stopped next to ours, but nobody took any second glances. We talked and conversed about work, houses, shopping, what to do the rest of the afternoon, and many other subjects. We laughed and smiled