RANSVESTIA

"The firm wants a librarian, one to do research and filing, but they want a girl." I stopped to let the news sink in. He smoothed his skirt, plucking at it with soft touches; he wore a pink, full-skirted, shirt- waist dress that he had made himself, and I was ready to bet that he had sewed the taffeta petticoat which fluffed out his skirt and that rustled as he moved.

"It would be a start, and you could handle it. And I know that you could develop it into something better, but you will have to put away your masculine role and notions and be a full-time girl."

He nodded again, and I could see his white teeth bite on his dark, red-painted lips. "I love my pretty things," he finally blurted out. "I love my new role."

I moved closer to her and put my arm over her shoulder. "You make a lovely girl and wife," I said.

With a soft sigh, she let her head rest shyly on my shoulder. I could see that she had plucked her eyebrows into a lovely arch. "Then you'll take the job?" I asked. "I know that you can do it, and you make such a beautiful girl that no one will suspect your masquerade."

Suddenly bashful, she snuggled her face into my neck. I could feel her body relax as she sweetly surrendered to me. "Yes, I'll do it," she whispered.

She made such a gentle, feminine image - "You will have to have a girl's name," I said. "We can't call you Bill any longer."

"Helen," she whispered. And I knew that she had dropped her former masculine role for all time.

And a sweet, loving wife she is, my Helen.

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