RANSVESTIA

"Well, thank you, doctor. I'll think it over. You feel they won't tell us more?"

"No, not really," he smiled over his glasses. "I don't believe you have anything to worry about. Actually it could work totally to your favor in your line of work." He rose and the session was over. I left not satisfied, but at least with less worry.

When I got home, Mrs. Mallet was almost gushy with her praise of my appearance. She commented on my pierced ears, wondering how long ago I had had them pierced, about my hair-do, and of course on my new and most feminine eyebrows. Erica just sat by beaming as this praise was heaped on me. When Mrs. Mallet pointed out re- peatedly how feminine I was becoming, how utterly and totally feminine, Erica nodded in agreement with a degree of happiness that seemed almost to grate on Mrs. Mallet's nerves. And so a pattern started that was repeated day after day for weeks to come. Every chance she got, Mrs. Mallet would comment on how much of a woman I was becoming in actions, voice, and even in figure. For my breasts were now growing large enough that I began to dispense with the padded bra and using one of lace. After several months, however, I could not use the padded bra as it would make my breasts too prominent, especially for modelling. I had a pair of beautifully rounded "B" cup breasts that reacted to stimulation just as a female's. My hair was growing quite rapidly now and thickly. I returned to the beauty parlor for more waves and touching up of the color. Also, my beard became a thing of the past and my eyebrows were touched up where a few scraggly hairs grew back. They all insisted, of course, that I had requested these changes and I had no proof otherwise.

While this was going on, however, another area was fairing poorly. My sex life suffered with some degree of impotency. I nevertheless managed with Erica's help and understanding.

When I asked her about the wedding, she always put it off. After all, if we were living together, what was the need for a piece of paper? And in a way she was right.

At work I was ever in demand. Barb always found spots for me where I could be used to her great advantage as well as mine. She didn't make much comment about my ears. She gibed me gently when I showed up with the arched and delicate eyebrows and new