RANSVESTIA

"My, oh my!" was all that she could say.

Finally I stopped. "What has brought you home so soon? I hadn't expected you until later."

"Mm, I can see that you obviously didn't..." she said. "Well, I made the final arrangements for the implants to be done. They gave me today off to get all in order ... they are to be done tomorrow. Can you come to the hospital with me?"

"Why, do I have to give you permission?"

"Well, there are some forms to sign but I'd just like to have you there. You said that you were finished with the last project, didn't you? There is no real reason you couldn't take a couple of days off is there?"

"Of course not, if you want me to." I went over to a chair and sat down after smoothing my skirt under me. Wendi was apparently quite impressed with my mannerisms and the fluidity of my movement. I always seemed to have an extra modicum of grace when I was dressed like this. I then rose and went over to where I had left my purse. I opened it and rummaged around in it since it was full of this, that and other stuff, until I pulled out a thin lighter and a pack of "femme" cigarettes. I proceeded to pull one out, lit it and then put the lighter and cigarette pack back into the purse.

"I didn't know you smoked, Mark." The last word seemed to hang in her throat and stay there. She was watching me very intently with that same look of incredulity that she had when she first walked in. "I'd never noted any ashes, butts or smoke."

"That's because I only smoke when dressed and always clean up after myself, long before your return." I walked back over to the chair near the ash tray. As I seated myself, I was at my graceful best, smoothing my skirt out beneath me. "Well, now that you've seen me, do you want an annulment? Now that you've seen that I am such a kook?"

This tactic seemed to take her by surprise and she stammered a bit on the reply, "Well... but ... I... why should, uh, I want to have any sort of an annulment? If anything I should be jealous, yes jealous...

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