RANSVESTIA

practical, because we are dressed in them from our childhood. And I knew that the garments were training him in the direction that I wanted him to travel, and which I knew now that he wanted to go.

He leamed to spread his skirt to each side so that he wouldn't wrinkle the cloth so much when he sat down. He became adept at gathering his gown up when he rose from the chair so that he wouldn't trip over the hem. He daintily lifted his skirts as he went up stairs, and bit by bit, he made more and more of a bewitching feminine picture.

He found that rough fingernails caught on delicate fabric, and he began manicuring his fingernails, putting colorless nail polish on, as well as using hand lotion, so that his hands became soft and white. He carefully shaped his nails, and his fingers seemed to be so much longer and graceful. One morning I gave him a pedicure, which he enjoyed, and after that, he didn't hesitate to pull on my knee-high hose when he wore a feminine pair of slacks and sandals.

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Other things changed I don't remember when he had last had a haircut, so it hung down to his shoulders now; he began taking better care of it, washing it oftener, so that it was soft and fluffy, and then brushing it until it gleamed with its own light. I pointed out that the mukluks, which he occasionally wore, did not add to his ap- pearance as he swirled around in his nightgowns, and at a shopping trip, under his direction, I bought him a pair of boudoir slippers, a fetching pair, with high spike heels, and little bits of fur over the in- step. He giggled self-consciously as he slipped them on, and he had to learn how to walk in them, but soon he developed a small, womanly stride that helped him carry his long skirts off beautifully, as he glided along. I knew that he would be able to wear high heels later on, and I was pleased that my trick of making his caftans just a little too long had worked so nicely.

I used my influence when I could. I complained of his beard scratch- ing my face, and he admitted that a man does get tired of shaving day after day. He began to take electrolysis treatment for beard re- moval. In turn, he complained of the heavy, loose-hanging fabric catching on his throat and gagging him if he moved or lay down the wrong way. I quickly designed a nightgown for him- satin- gathered at his waist with a long sweeping skirt; it had ties that gathered the fabric nicely around his waist, tying into a neat bow and bobbing up and down as he walked in his high-heeled slippers.

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