ransvestia

facial skin became whiter, his fair, almost non-existent eyebrows a brown curve over each eye. The brush worked his mouth into a perfect crimson cupid's bow. Black lashes into a thick black fringe. Blue, painted on his eyelids, accentuated the black lines, making his blue eyes appear huge and doe-like. He looked at the feminine face, wrinkling her bobbed nose back at him, and was satisfied. He began to comb and pull his hair back tight behind his head, holding it all there in a parody of a pony-tail. From the grey box, he took a mannikin head to which was pinned a soft fall. Using the pins there, he began to at- tach the fall to the back of his head, leaving his face free of any bangs or side curls. The ringlets touching the back of his neck were cold and he shivered. A smaller box, left in with the fall, contained blackstone earrings, which rested on his neck when attached to the lobes of his ears. A small girl's watch and gilt slave bracelet were also there and he put them on. There was a rap suddenly on the door, followed by three quick ones in succession. Then the door opened and a handsome woman of about 30 came bustling.

"Oh, Dave," she said crossly, "aren't you ready yet? The audience is ready and waiting."

Dave completed fixing the hairpiece and stood up. In his under- pants, his maleness was obvious. The beautifully shaped female head sat on a thin, male body. Dave shivered. "It's cold," he said. "My fingers are numb.”

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"That's no excuse," the woman was irritated. "Didn't you bring your usual gear?" she asked sharply, pointing at Dave's undergarment.

"Sure," said Dave. He smiled. "Turn your back, Barb."

Barb snorted and grinned despite herself. "Put on the pastel shifts first," she said, “and finish with that black, white and red print. I think that'll be the star of the show."

Dave nodded as he stripped off his underpants and put on some strange kind of cord from his valise. Barb tossed him a pair of purple nylon panties and he slipped them on. "Did you bring the white bra?" Dave asked. Barb was already handing it in his direction. He slipped the straps over his shoulders and fastened the tiny bow at the front. Even though it clenched his chest tightly, it was obviously quite flabby. From the valise he took what appeared to be soft, flesh- colored foam rubber. He pushed them into the bra and looked back