RANSVESTIA

Harry took a deep breath and said. "I wish I could pass as an average size woman in public."

"That is your wish?" Asked the genie. "You know of what you ask?" At Harry's nod he bowed his head. "Your wish is my command." He then disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

Harry North waited, nothing happened. He looked at the remains of his nightcap. Starting to finish it, he hesitated then put it down. "I've had enough. When I see little men it's time to stop."

The next morning Harry arose. Passing in front of a full length mirror he was halted by the reflection. Staring back at him was a stranger. The clothes designed to fit a six foot masculine frame, fell in folds about a five and a half foot feminine form. A quick perusal gave evidence that the re- flection was really his. A more thorough investigation confirmed Harry's suspicions. Harry was now Harriet North in all aspects. "I told that imp that I only wanted to pass as a woman, not be one." He muttered.

"You said nothing about not wanting to be a woman and you won't have any problems passing as one. That was your wish." A tiny voice ech- oed in his mind.

After a period of panic and frustration, Harriet took stock of the sit- uation. There were no clothes in the house to fit her satisfactorily. She had no identification or evidence to link her with Harry North. In fact if they found her here not only would they laugh at her story but accuse her of doing away with Harry. Her only sensible alternative seemed to be to get away and live a separate identity until the night of the next full moon and get her second wish from the genie.

She finally found some clothes that she felt would pass her by a casual observer without notice. She then took the few dollars that Harry had left in his wallet and abandoned the house.

Her first stop was a cheap clothing store where she could procure some apparel that was her new size. Almost all the money she had left went to pay a few days' rent for a cheap room in a shoddy hotel.

She then had to look for a job to secure enough money to last her until the reappearance of the genie. Without identification, references or back- ground she could only secure menial jobs at disreputable business firms