RANSVESTIA

What a lot of different things she put on my face. First a foundation which would help hide my beard, penciling for my eyebrows which had already been plucked, eye shadow an d liner, rouge, and finally, lipstick.

Now Janet drew back and ran her eyes up and down my expectant figure. "Your hands," she said. She pulled out a little box that con- tained false fingernails and selected a color which matched my lip- stick. In a minute she had clipped the false nails over my own and had shaped them with a fingernail file into a lovely oval shape. "These will do until your own nails grow out," she announced. "Then I'll teach you how to shape your own nails and how to apply finger- nail polish."

I held out my hands and admired them; I felt freer to do this now that I played the girl's role, and they did look prettier with their manicure, the fingers looked longer and more graceful, and the skin looked whiter in contrast to the dark color of the polish. Janet ap- praised me once more and suddenly snapped her fingers. "Earrings," she announced, "necklace, bracelets, and a dress ring or two."

In a minute I was adorned with jewelry. "We're going to have to pierce your ears." Janet said as she screwed the earrings to each ear lobe. "Pierced ears will help eliminate suspicion as they look so feminine, and they will keep your earrings in place when you dance." She hung a bright little gem from a gold chain around my neck, and I was amazed to see it slip beneath the facing of my neckline to nestle between what looked like breasts, actually my two soft mounds of flesh which had been pushed together by my brassiere to produce what looked like the beginning of cleavage.

"Lois thinks that your pudginess will be pushed up by tight lacing to give you your own lovely bustline, without relying on padding or falsies," Janet said as she put several jangling bracelets up one wrist and a ring to match my necklace on the other hand.

"And now, shoes." She jumped up and pulled out a pair of chunky, heavy looking shoes that were in fashion that year and which were called, of all things, "uglies."

I hated them on siight. "Can't I wear something more attractive?" I objected. "I have to learn how to really handle high-heeled shoes,