RANSVESTIA

and passed over the arch of my eyebrows. These notions were not lost on her. Erica did not know what was going on.

"I know I can prove nothing but know you have the influence to arrange our wedding regardless of how I look and so that nothing will be said, even if bride and groom both have floor-length white lace gowns. After all you have used your influence before and we both know it."

"What do you mean, Peggy, that she's used her influence?"

"Shall I tell her or do you want to?" Our eyes met when I said this. She proved to be the strong person who could have carried out such a task and admitted her part.

"I don't know how you found out but, yes, I did manage to have the hormones given to you and the beauty parlor was no accident either. Erica, I wanted you to have a man for a husband-to-be, a bread winner to whom you could be a good wife, bring his pipe and slippers after a hard day's work, not his negligee and mules."

"But, Mother, Peggy is all I ever dreamed of. She is soft and loving. And I'm not anti-feminist. I want my career too. I don't want to be subserviant to any man and I'm not with Peggy. And besides," she looked at me and smiled a warm, loving smile, "I love her or him. I seem to be able to think only in terms of her. After she asked again this afternoon, I've decided that we have all we want here in this house but I don't want to take the chance of losing her." She had sloughed over that her mother had done as if it did not exist but was only happy at the results.

"I yield," her mother looked a bit downcast. "I'm sure a wedding can be arranged, no further questions asked."

"Well, look at it this way, now you can have two daughters," Erica said with a smile. Thus her plan ended, not as she had originally thought but, as it were, by the gain of a daughter. I planned to stay this way but the future is yet unclear as to children and even my potency. So until we decide, we shall remain as Peggy and Erica, both tied into the fashion world and as most observers would never understand, even more tied into each other. Where it will end no one can say, least of all I.