RANSVESTIA

My high heels felt tricky, but I danced on the balls of my feet; Lois still towered above me, stern in her black outfit, dominating me com- pletely. My full skirt rippled around my legs, and I reached down to hold it daintily out so that it wouldn't encumber my steps. She twirled me, and my skirt flared out. My fluffy pony-tail flipped back and forth to tickle my neck as we dipped and glided around the room. I felt lovely, graceful, light as air, and I knew that I made a charming picture as my arms, hands and body flowed through the steps that I had taught Janet so many times. Lois swept me out, and we locked elbows, so she could swing me out in a lift. She was so strong!

Finally the music came to a triumphant close, and we ended side by side in a formal bow and curtsey. From her couch in the other room, Janet clapped enthusiastically, her face smiling with delight. "You looked wonderful!" she exclaimed.

I curtsied to her, and then, turning to my partner, I dipped a deep curtsey to him ... I mean, her. Then, turning again to our imaginary audience, together with Janet, I caught sight of myself reflected in the glass pane of the door. I could hardly believe it hair combed back into a girlish pony tail, dark leotards with a lovely bustline. My full skirt emphasized my waist, but it was too large, and then peeping out from the hem of my skirt, I could see the straps of my dainty high- heeled sandals. Flushed face, eyes bright with excitement, smiling lips painted with a soft shade of red...

I felt shaken, confused. My fingers ran down my curves, my soft breasts, down to the swelling hips, past the indented waist. Some change had taken place, and I didn't know what to make of it.

"You have possibilities," a deep voice said at my side.

Lois didn't hesitate. Seizing my hand, she led the way back into the living room and had me sit back in the chair. "Distinct possibilities," she repeated. "You know what my idea is; you do have a figure with distinct female characteristics nice hips and legs, sloping shoulders... Your waist will have to be nipped in; your hair is long enough to shape. What do you think?"

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She turned it right back to me. I had a decision to make. Her idea, obviously, was for us to change role. I would be the feminine figure of