RANSVESTIA
had disappeared. Then why hadn't I called? I just hadn't gotten dress- ed at all. But I had. The marks of her too-tight brassiere and girdle were plainly embossed on my skin. I searched for something safe of her's that I might wear. Nothing. To get rid of the marks, I showered. If it had any effect, it made them redder. I tried a towel around my waist. It hid the girdle marks quite well. I showered again, practically rub- bing my skin off. I doused myself with powder. With only a half-hour left, the marks were as strong as ever. I tried a sheet. Even I could see how ridiculous it was.
Damn her anyway. I ought to wear that dress just to show her. I went back to the box and reread the note. I ran my fingers over the bra, pink and gleaming, the panties with the soft, slick feel of sheer nylon, the slip with its scalloped edges and satiny embroidery. I held up the dress with its lush, full skirt and short, puffy sleeves.
What a world it would be! Why should the clothes that I enjoyed so much be forbidden? What right did she have to tantalize me so? Damn her, damn her, damn her!
With twenty minutes left, I tried them on. Not only were they pink and luscious, they really fit. They fit me. "Yours," the note had said. My bra that was snug without cutting into me. My panties that came up well over my hips. My dress that I could zip all the way. If I could! I took them off and laid them back in the box. I tried the words again for sound "my panties," "my slip," "Sally's bra," "Larry's bra." They were delicious words.
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She was at the door. She jazzed the buzzer and rattled the chain. It was her fault that I was in this predicament; I'd show her. I put on the dress and let her in.
"I see you found it," she observed.
"Will you tell me what in the hell you are up to?" I retorted.
"I told you, or didn't you make it to the note?"
"I made it, but you are badly mistaken."
"Fix us a drink, and then you can tell me all about it," she said as if she were talking to a child.
I fixed them and curtsied sarcastically as she took hers.
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