RANSVESTIA

In there we met two other girls who were also looking at these homes. They left soon after we entered, but they were still in the se- cond model when we arrived. I was becoming very courageous. I talked to Marge about the rooms and the way they were decorated.

I do not possess a feminine voice, so I just spoke softly. Evidently my voice did not give me away nor did they read me from my appearance (Marge did a very good job with my make-up). No stares! No glances; they thought us to be two women, as they were, house hunting.

We continued through the other three models, commenting to each other, within hearing distance of the other girls, about the decor, the prices and the homes in general. As we returned to the sales office a gentleman was entering from the other side of the room. He looked directly at me. I smiled. He walked on as if nothing was wrong.

The afternoon was drawing to an end. The sun was behind the buildings to the west. I asked Marge if she wanted to look at more houses but she preferred that we stop and look at furniture. I was soon to receive the greatest thrill of my feminine life. We entered the huge warehouse and walked down the corridors to the display floor. As we entered a saleswoman approached and asked if she could help. Marge replied that we had just wanted to browse around. A salesman passed as we walked down the first aisle. He said hello. I did not speak, but I did smile in return. (That smile of Deanna's is going to get her into trouble if she does not learn to control it.)

There were many displays and we freely discussed those that were of interest to us. Another salesman was walking down the aisles in the opposite direction as we. He passed us a few times and it must have been my conscience that made me comment to Marge that I thought he was trying to get a better look at me.

As we were leaving the last aisle and crossing the main corridor to the other side of the building, out of nowhere I heard, "How's it going, girls?" My face turned a few shades of red and a huge smile grew across my mouth. I wanted to shout out that I truly had been accepted as my femme self. Marge turned to me as if to say, "I told you that you could pass!" I needed no other assuarance. The shock and the unex- pectedness of it all had me soaring in space.