RANSVESTIA

self around and now sat up-right with her cast supported by a low stool. "Alright,” Lois said with her authoritative voice. "Come here."

As I approached, blushing, she held up, of all things, a white, cotton padded bra! I know that I have fatty deposits on my breasts, but this was Before I could voice a protest, she spun me around, slipped the bra straps up my arms and snapped it closed around my back.

I gasped. My soft tissues were cupped in the bra, and as my chest moved in and out with my breathing, I felt the tight restraint binding my ribs. It felt ... different, strange, a new experience; as I looked down at the mounds of flesh defined by the bra, it felt, well, pleasure- able.

Lois didn't hesitate. She reached over, seized a piece of cloth and handed it to me. "Here," she said. "Put this on."

I took it and shook it out. It turned out to be one of Janet's stretch leotards, with a snap-crotch opening. I slipped it over my head, pulled it down over the prominent curves of my breasts, yanked the tight fabric over my hips, and snapped it into place. It looked and felt different. Self-consciously, my hands smoothed and adjusted the fabric, stroking the curves of my breasts, tugging the edges that encircled my thighs.

Lois picked up another piece of clothing, one that I recognized, and her idea came into focus; it was one of Janet's wrap-around skirts, floor-length and full. In a minute, she had it tied around my waist, with the sash in a sweet little bow in the back.

Impatiently, as I tried to sort out the impressions which flooded my body, she pulled me over to a straight-backed chair and gestured for me to sit down. I did, clumsily, now knowing what to do to my skirt, and she handed me a pair of high-heeled sandals! I blushed when I took them.

I wear platform heels myself, because of my height, so I'm used to the mechanics of high heels. But these particular high heels; a month or so ago, when I thought that no one was around, I had given in to a sudden urge; these sandals looked so pretty and feminine that I tried them on, telling myself that I just wanted to see how they would feel. They had felt so light and trim, and then they had even fitted pretty