RANSVESTIA

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forward with suggestions not like other kids to a policeman. Certainly not those who are observant enough to be of help to you."

"So, I need your help," said Bud Hamilton firmly. He looked straight at the man in the pale blue dress until Cassie's mascara-covered lashed dropped.

It took some time before Cassie had finally said, "I'll talk to them," and had taken off, leaving them alone in the 'workshop'.

Kim Winter sighed as the door closed with a hiss. "What makes you think they can help at all?" he asked at last.

Hamilton scowled. "I don't know for sure," he said, opening a door to allow Kim to precede him deeper into the long 'schoolhouse.' The model walking down the ramp moved so gracefully, her makeup so perfect, her long hair, brushed, natural and shiny, that Bud guessed that she couldn't be a man. The long evening gown swirled about her and the rapt audience, all women, applauded rapidly and loudly as the model did several fast dance steps to the accompanying music and swept from the stage. A thin, dark model took her place-her white, flimsy dress clinging to her curves, her cleavage fuller than Bud had seen on most professional models. Her eyes were black circles under the dark makeup, but softened by her soft, pink-white skin.

"This year's graduates," said Kim absently, as he walked on towards the exit door. "I'll speak to the wives for you. If the children have found anything, I'm sure the mothers will know."

The Conway Sisters were in superb form that evening, both literally and figuratively. The background music was taped but their singing was "live." Lana's husky contralto was a perfect match for Jeannette's soprano, and of course, they looked as 'real' as they sounded. Whether as dusky slave girls doing most suggestive belly dances, or as wild, red-headed can-can dancers, the two never revealed for one moment that they were men. Nor at the end of their act did they say a word to let the audience, who knew of course, into the secret. They could

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