RANSVESTIA

As time went by, I learned more of her and her ways and she did the same for my life. Slowly we saw more and more of each other. Never again was the incident of my laughter mentioned, even in- directly. When I began to get serious about my relationship to her, I ran into the conflict of my TV activities and what, when, and how to tell her. I knew that I would eventually have to tell her if I were to get more serious. Thus I prepared my story and with a lot of trepidation managed to steer the conversation that way and told her as well as I could about my own "deviation" from the "normal." She replied that she knew some about the whole TV process but had never met one before. When I mentioned that I had already had my beard removed by electrolysis, her eyes fairly twinkled with some sort of mirth but she did not let it out and it was not enough to really try to pry out. I see now that I should have. I just figured that she was in an accepting mood, which she was anyway. She quizzed me further, but all seemed to go well and she was not pessimistic or nasty or cynical. We talked it out and I left feeling quite good about it. Yet I could not bring myself to dress for her. She asked many times but I never seemed able to get up the nerve. We were close enough in size that I could probably have worn her clothes without difficulty but there was a barrier. It is one thing to admit the desires and yet another to actually practice them before someone else, especially when you have never really done it before anyone. We continued to see each other and we got to know each other better on a basis that was incidentally getting more and more intimate.

I remember the night that we first actually slept together. When she had stripped and stood there with her flat chest, and it was flat, I again had to laugh, well it was more like a chuckle, but the old anger flared up again in her eyes and she quipped how I'd like to have her with large breasts that were pendulous and uncomfortable and positively sensuous. I replied it would be nice if she did have breasts, to which she replied that she had been thinking of having implants but was not sure if she should. I said that it would be nice, as we began petting and such, to which she replied that "she'd see." I must say that for being as flat-chested as she was, she sure was all woman and really knew more than just reading could teach her. Needless to say we had a wonderful time.

Next morning she said that she had made the decision during the night to have the implants to help her "life in bed." I said to her that she did not have to for my sake. But she had made up her mind, and

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