RANSVESTIA

Friday Aunt Helen came. Of all my relatives, I loved her best, and of all of them I least wanted her to know my plight. When I heard her come, I retreated to my room and awaited the end of her visit. Just when I had begun to think she had left, the door burst open, and there she stood.

"Hello there," she said cheerily. "I hear we're in dresses these days. And sure enough we are!"

"Go away," I pleaded.

She stepped inside and closed the door.

"How come?" she asked.

"None of you business."

"Okay, but I had an idea."

"Go away."

"A very good idea.”

"I don't want to see you."

"Not even if I could help you escape?"

"Go away."

"Listen to me, silly. I've got a great idea."

"I don't care."

"We'll smuggle you out of here."

"Where to?"

"My house."

"I can't."

"Sure you can. Go hide in my

car."

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