RANSVESTIA

On the fourth day, after he had shaved, Frankie gave him the make-up box and told him to go ahead. The result was a disaster, though an interlude of great hilarity for Frankie. Eddie looked grotes- que and all Frankie could do was laugh. When he saw that Eddie was losing out to his frustration, Frankie took over and under his day-long tutelage, Eddie was able to make a reasonably feminine face for himself and comb the soft curls about his face.

The fifth day would live long in Eddie's memory. For the first time in his life, he put on women's clothes. Frankie had brought a special bra with some kind of liquid insert to make a bust for him, but it was the feel of the panti-hose on his shaven thighs that lifted him so that he almost died thinking of Julie and wishing she were there.

Frankie uncovered all the mirrors that day and let him see himself. In full, female attire, with Frankie's expert touch to his make-up, he looked to his own eye, like an attractive woman. When Frankie brought him costumes, bikinis, gowns, mini-dresses to wear, he was hardly able to do more than watch himself move, exposing his thighs, his panties, a bare shoulder - it was narcissism of an order, he thought, that made him desire a woman so, when he was dressed as a woman. Frankie refused to let him wear any of his own clothes now. On his feet, he wore only high heels, for that was all that were provided. The final assault on his manhood came that evening, however, when, his hair in curlers, he found a short nightdress and panties put out for his sleepware. In seven days, in clothing and physical appearance, when he glimpsed himself in a mirror, he was a woman.

On the tenth day, he was working at a mime and dance routine Frankie had wanted him to work at particularly hard, when the doorbell rang. As he pirouetted, making sure as he had been taught, that the silk skirts billowed out wide to expose all of his legs and pan- ties, he glanced at the doorway to see Merrick, Ward and Darro watching him. In total confusion, he stopped, conscious of the critical gaze of three men, with himself in women's clothes. He could feel his cheeks burn in embarassment beneath his face powder.

"You know," said Merrick wonderingly. "It might work at that."

Ward smiled at Eddie. "Let's get a drink," he rasped, "and set out a course of action."

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