RANSVESTIA

Eddie considered. Allison had told him that he should return to the limousine. As she had ordered him to be back immediately after the show, Eddie had realized that it would take more than one lovemaking session to bring about any real changes in Allison's domi- nant nature. Well, Karen was smiling that cunning little smile at him. He decided not to check with Allison but go directly to see "the boss," whom he presumed was Benny Carponi.

With the purse Allison had given him swinging on his shoulder, he got Annie to lead him through the club to the foyer. Benny was there with a distinguished looking older man, the possessor of a full head of iron-grey hair. The vacuous girl, who had sat opposite Benny, had her arm wrapped in his. She wore a velvet evening dress and a mink stole. Eddie presumed that she was a real girl because of Benny's vehement statement of hatred for queens. But he couldn't be sure.

Benny waited for the other to speak. "He'll do," said the other precisely, gauging Benry's eyes for a reaction. Eddie looked back calmly.

"Come on then Roxanne," said Benny. "We've got a party to go to," he leered, "and you're not dressed for it. Afterwards, we may have a job for you." He nodded to Joanie, who walked forward, seized Eddie's arm and led him off quickly through the front of the club to a waiting car. At a nearby motel, Joanie led him into a cabin where the sole function seemed to be the outfitting of young ladies. For the first time. in his life, Eddie had a wig added to his hair. Joanie worked quickly and deliberately, selecting clothes, wig, purse and make-up for him. She spoke not a word to Eddie-Roxanne nor to the burly driver who stood just inside the door as Eddie changed in full view of him.

The wig of auburn hair, not only fell in soft bangs over his forehead, but gently fluffed out into a mass several inches over his shoulders. He had never had so much hair in his life. He was able to feel almost every strand, too, since the dress Joanie had chosen for him was backless with just a tiny strap over his left shoulder to where the dress began at his waist. For the first time, too, he felt the warmth of a mink fur stole and he could well believe why he needed it. Joanie was not the professional with make-up that Frankie and Allison were. When she had finished, particularly with the perfume, Eddie felt like he had been plastered. The earrings, he was sure, were deliberately set tightly by Joanie. They were certain to be sore later on. Likewise his shoes and g-string, for he was already beginning to feel them cutting into him. He began to protest, but Joanie hurried out of the

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