RANSVESTIA

So the next morning, Saturday, I found myself sporting two little girl pigtails, that flopped back and forth everytime I turned my head. With the miniskirt and a sissy blouse. They did look cute in a juvenile sort of way. I did not realize even then how much it feminized my appearance.

Mother went out to do her weekly marketing. Every week she seemed to regard it as more of an insult when I refused to go out with her. "You are not getting any use out of those fine coats," she said, shaking her head. "They just hang in the closet for the moths to eat.' As far as I was concerned, they could stay there forever. And moths sure was a joke. We had more mothballs in that closet than peas in a can. So far I had been able to stay safely inside. When she had left, I sighed with relief and started doing the dishes.

Saturday in our house was cleaning day ... with a vengeance. Everything had to be spotless for Sunday. It was no use arguing that no one ever came to visit us on the "Lord's Day" as mother called it. It just was DONE that's all. It all seemed so useless to me as naturally we were busy keeping it spotless all week. So, wearing a flowered workapron, I was busy polishing the buffet when the door- bell rang. With the cloth in my hand, I went to open the door. She must have forgotten the key again, I muttered. She was always losing her doorkey. As I opened the door, I froze into a 5'4" icicle.

There was a smiling Mrs. Weingarten, mother's other good friend, and an Avon saleslady. She regarded me with an uncertain glance, asking:

"Missus Unkraitz does live here, yes???"

My mind was anaesthesized with shock. I nodded, just standing there like Lot's wife, unable to cope with the calamity of discovery which befell me.

"Is she home, yes... may I come in?"

Still stupefied I shook NO and then YES, as I stepped aside for her to enter. As she barged in, she took off her coat and started study- ing me.

"And who might you be, young miss?" she asked with that heavy German accent.

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