RANSVESTIA

well, and I had walked around our place all afternoon in them, getting the knack of balancing in them and handling them. Now, here they were again. Had Janet noticed that I had worn them?

Clumsily, I tried to put them on, but my long skirt got in the way. I hiked up my skirt and edged my tights-clad toes into them, pulling the strap around my ankle and buckling it into place. They did fit all right, and absently, I turned my foot this way and that, admiring my slender feet encased in the dainty shoes.

Then, dropping my skirt back into place, I sat up again and felt hands combing through my hair. Janet sat right behind me, and she slipped a red ribbon around my long tresses, binding them back into a pony tail. She seized my chin with her fingers and pulled my head around until I looked at her. In her other hand, she held a lipstick. "Purse your lips," she said, and in a minute, she had colored my mouth and shaped it a little, cocking her head a little as she con- sidered her handiwork. "That's all that I want to do now," she said. "But I've got an idea for a real cute hair style for him."

I had sensed that this was what they had in mind, and I stiffened - only to feel the silken restraint of my brassiere. How could they think ... I'm a man, not a Lois had been fiddling with our stereo

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set, and now she came to me while the lilting strains of a Viennese waltz came from the speakers.

Before I had time to speak, she seized my hands and pulled me to my feet; I automatically pulled my skirt so that it wouldn't get caught on my high heels; they felt so different, like walking on ice skates. She led me to the sun deck where the rush carpet had been pulled to one side.

The lovely rhythm of the waltz was so familiar and infectious. How often Janet and I had practiced our waltz specialty. Lois seized my hand and placed her arm around my back. "I'll lead," she com- manded. "You follow."

My body stiffened again. I was the man; I always lead. Then I felt a surge of her power as she began the first step. What a masterful lead she had. And what pleasure not to have to make decisions about the steps or directions. I yielded to her. I put my free hand on her shoulder and surrendered to the music and to my partner.