RANSVESTIA

"Fine, Dave, fine. I'll have your room ready by then. Oh yes, when you're here and from hence forth, I never want to hear your name referred to as "Dave". A wrong slip could be disastrous all the way around. So, Erica, you will always refer to her as Peggy and think of her and not of him. Is that understood?" There was an edge on her voice with an overlay of authoritarianism that was meant to be obeyed.

"Yes, Mother, if you think that is necessary. Afterall, she knows who she really is, and that's what really counts." She looked at me and smiled. "Come, Peggy, let me at least show you my room. Mother will probably decide later which of the spare bedrooms will be yours."

At that we went out leaving her mother with a smile While we were out, she apparently made a few phone calls to set a number of things in motion. But we went to Erica's room which was very nice indeed. There were several other bedrooms near hers. One was very feminine while the others were sort of neutral. I had my suspicions as to which I would get but did not mention it to Erica. Actually her mind was where mine should have been as we kissed and indulged in some mild petting. She seemed quite happy with the set up and although I had some suspicions, I did not have anything concrete and so held my tongue.

That evening at dinner all went well. Mrs. Mallet did comment on a few of my mannerisms but there were relatively minor. Long practice had brought most of my mannerisms well into line when I was dressed. I had even had an occasional problem after dressing for a whole day to drop those feminine mannerisms and to bring Dave back into action. I wondered if this could be a problem in such a situation as I had just committed myself to. But Erica was so full of energy and charming and happy that I soon put such thoughts out of my head and I just enjoyed the company.

On Monday I went to my apartment and collected all of my posses- sions together, separating out the "his" here and the "hers" there. It was odd. I didn't have many possessions but there were substantially more of the "hers" than the "his" when all was separated. Of course, there were a number that fell into the "anybody's" category but they were fewer yet. The "his" were mostly in clothes. I considered what to do with them. Finally, I put them all into one large trunk. The suitcases I had were to be used for lingerie, dresses, makeup and the

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