RANSVESTIA

"Surely," said Annette, trying hard to watch the road and Tina, "you can't blame them."

"No," she said, but her voice was vengeful. "I know who to blame and I know how to get even."

Annette eyed her nervously. "What do you mean?"

"My sister and her friends did this to me, and, on Saturday, my sister becomes the last of them to marry. Well," Tina's hand wiped away the streaked mascara, "I shall be the prettiest, most vivacious and attractive bridesmaid you ever saw, in my long pink dress and heels. Then," her voice was hard, "I intend to seduce every husband of that group. Oh, I know I can do it. I've had offers already. They know there'd be no likelihood of accidents with me, but all the benefits of a real, friendly girl." Her facial expressions was predatory. "So, when I get back to Devon, I'll be taking them up on their offers, and I'll show them all such a time that those husbands will come crawling to me whenever I so much as raise my little finger. I'll give every one of those girls as miserable a life as they've given me."

Looking at the curvaceous figure beside her, Annette, as stunned as she was, could well believe that Tina, formerly Sylvia and Tommy, would make good on such a promise.

It was with great relief that she finally dropped Tina off in the Town Center of Devon. The blonde girl had done little but contemplate the revenge she would take on the town of Devon in just a short time. Her intensity had been such that, when she had gone, Annette felt forc- ed to stop and seek a quick drink before going on to Latham.

She pulled into the Royal Court Motel. Her make-up was ravaged and her hair needed a workout. After a few quick repairs, she stepped as lightly as she could from the car and went into the bar. The bar was not full and several men eyed her speculatively. She took her Sling and stepped back outside onto the pleasant veranda which overlooked the roadway.

A car screamed to a halt on the road in front of her. It was a familiar bright red Mustang. It swerved into the parking lot and a familiar figure, a tall brown-haired woman in a blue pant suit, jumped out and came running up the veranda steps.