RANSVESTIA

"No-o-o," Annette chuckled. "I just remember that Marcia married one of the Richards boys. That was quite a splash. You must have been a bridesmaid then, too."

A relieved look came into the girl's eyes and she smiled faintly. "N-np," she said, a touch of nervousness in her voice. "I couldn't be a bridesmaid then."

A Jaguar screamed by their car almost clipping the wing as it pull- ed back sharply in front of them. Without thinking, Annette gave vent to her pent-up anger and cursed the driver and his car. She corrected her road position after the slipstream of the Jag had eased. Tina was staring at her, her mouth agape.

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"Y-y-your v-voice," her stammer was pronounced. "Y-you're a m-

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Under her breath, Annette cursed again. Well, there was nothing for her to do but to admit it with as good a grace as possible.

"Yes," Annette's regular voice was back in her throat. She cast a quick sidelong glance at the tensed figure beside her. "But relax, Tina. I'm not kidnaping you or anything. I really am going to my father's place. You might know it. They bought it, my father and mother, six years ago, from Roy Rennell."

The girl's expression indicated that she had heard of it. But, thought Annette, I won't tell her my family moved after my cross- dressing became such a scandal in Leamington. They drove on in silence for a mile. "Look," said Annette. "I'll pull over and let you out. Pick a good spot for yourself and say the word."

The girl considered. She relaxed, the tenseness dissipating. "No, it's all right," she said. Annette could feel her eyes examining the creature driving the car from head to toe. Her eyes were fascinated by the open-toed high heels which showed his painted toenails, and with the stockings that he was wearing.

"I like to wear stockings with a seam, and a garter or suspender belt," said Annette. "Then I can really feel the petticoats and I really feel pretty feminine."

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