TRANSVESTIA

A small transvestite, in a tight, light blue dress, wearing a dark 'beehive' wig, left the group reluctantly and came over to Kim. "Yes," the voice was barely disguised from its natural tenor.

The lesson had now stopped and Hamilton could feel the nervous glances cast in his direction. "Let's walk on," said Kim softly, leading the way through the narrow passage into the 'workrooms' beyond. In the first, a young man, without a concealing hairpiece was being made up by a woman 'expert'.

"I just have to shape your eyebrows, Karen," she was laughing.

"Please don't," the young man also wore a tight dress, more suitable to an evening out than for the late afternoon. "The other guys at work

"His voice tailed off as the 'expert' began to laugh and apply tweezers unmercifully. The class rocked with quite unfeminine laughter as Karen's eyebrows were worked on. Despite the protests, Bud noted that Karen's thin arms were free and yet 'she' did nothing to stop the makeup expert from shaping the eyebrows to almost a feminine nothing.

The workshop was empty, save for racks of dresses and costumes on long racks. "You can talk to the kids best," Kim said when the door closed behind Cassie.

Cassie turned 'her' head, large, beaded earrings clanking, giving Hamilton a strange view of the 'woman'. His small mouth, pale pink and shiny, opened to reveal extraordinarily white teeth. If it hadn't been for the traces of shadow about his jaw, and the dark hair of his arms and legs, Cassie would have made a good-looking woman. "Why should I?" he asked, again in his soft tenor tones.

"I need to know," said Hamilton directly, "everything that everyone saw on the path were Betty Ewell was killed and on the beach, yesterday afternoon. It could get everyone out of here without the Sheriff arresting everyone and making his charges public." Cassie regarded him stolidly. "It could keep this Camp open."

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Cassie looked at Kim who made an elegant shrug, his heavy silver earrings glinting in the slanted rays of the late afternoon sun, piercing the dusty, west-facing windows. "The kids of transvestites aren't like other kids," said Cassie slowly. "They won't want to come

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