RANSVESTIA

provide a soft basis. These were then covered by a slim skirt and a white blouse that let enough of the lingerie show through to be en- ticing. I put on my high heels, delighting in the feel of the nylon- covered foot sliding so easily into the shoe. I set out my wig and then sat down at Wendi's vanity where I proceeded to put on my makeup, borrowing some of hers. Once the makeup was complete and to my liking, I decided to put on some nails and so got my nail polish and proceeded to put on one coat. I was just finishing the second coat when Wendi walked in.

There I sat, dressed to the teeth plus some, so to say, but with no wig. She stopped and stared.

"Is that you?" she stammered.

I was practically speechless. "I was when I got up this morning," was all I could reply, in an attempt at levity.

She smiled. "Why, honey, you're beautiful. I can see that even with- out the wig. And also I can see above the neckline some cleavage... have you been doing some implanting of your own?"

"Thank you for the compliment." I blew from my lipsticked mouth on to my equally red fingernails to hurry the drying. "No this is just one of the tricks of the trade, as they say. It's an illusion."

"I don't see why you never dressed for me. You are just smashing. I she paused, "you look so feminine."

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I reached over and set the wig on my head, for the moment ignoring her as she watched my every movement. When I had it fairly right, I worked it over a bit with a comb and brush till it looked about as right as I could get it. I then turned to her and stood up. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't really be doing this, I suppose."

As I stood up, she sat down on one of the chairs or appropriately, she collapsed, a look of disbelief on her face. "Walk some, would you," she said.

I took a few steps this way, then that, trying to remember to be feminine but not too much. When I was dressed this way, there was some sort of a change that seemed to take over and the movements that I made were different from my everyday ways.

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