RANSVESTIA

and you'll be fully made-up, but that spot light will catch any defect; you're going to need all the help that you can get. Yes," she nodded her head definitely, her mind made up, "you must take female hor- mones. They will inhibit your beard, soften your skin, and add round- ness to your masquerade."

Actually her ideas and mine fitted in together very well. Now that I had made my decision, my mind was catching on to all of the myriad of advantages and adventures that would comprise my new life. It would be a wonderful time to try many of the things that I had never been able to do before.

Our planning went on and on, and didn't end until Lois and Janet took my measurements and sent me to the bathroom to take a hot bath and shave off all my body hair. I never have had much body hair, and now I was glad of it; no longer would I have to be con- cerned about a rough, tough, and virile masculine image. Now I could relax and not have to strain my muscles, or my emotions to be something that I was not; I could be myself and show my own gentle- ness and softness, and I could cry if I wanted to; what a luxury that would be.

The hot water felt good, and after I carefully checked myself over, I climbed out of the tub and began to pat myself dry. Then I snapped my fingers with regret; I had missed my first real opportunity to use bath oils, bubble crystals, or any of the other notions and lotions that I had always been to inhibited to use before. I had made my de- cision, but this did not mean that I'd immediately drop all my old habit patterns and inhibitions. I would have to work hard.

Janet had a big box of powder and a huge powder puff in the cabinet which she used after a bath. I seized it and liberally doused my body with the sweet smelling talc. It made my skin feel so creamy and so soft. I felt that I was taking a step toward femininity.

I had brought in a clean pair of lace-trimmed panties and a filmy robe when I came in, and now I tentatively ran my fingers over the fabric of the blue panties. They felt so sweet and silky. Self-conscious- ly, I pulled them on, slipping them up over my hips, making sure that my private parts were pressed back up against my crotch. I slid my arms into the sleeves of the robe and pulled the opening shut in front of me. The soft fabric flowed against my body, and the ruffles at the