RANSVESTIA

but he stopped, a stunned, devastated expression on his face. "Yes, I know you're a transvestite," said Helen, her eyes on him, "repressed, I would say, since Kate doesn't know anything about our 'disease'." She stressed the word in a distasteful manner.

"You're going to blackmail me," Jim Porter's tortured face twisted into a snarl.

"Mother thought that I should," said Helen lightly. She reached up with both hands and fluffed out her curls, knowing how it would devastate 'her' mother's brother. "She didn't think it right that Grand- father should have forgiven and indugled your peculiarities, but not hers."

"I outgrew it," said Jim, in a strangled voice.

Helen stood and swayed across the room in a most feminine walk. She posed like a model, wet her lipstick and laughed at the man. "I don't think so," she said. "I don't think so at all. Don't you wish you were me right now?" She held her arms about her in a tight hug and pirouetted to allow her skirt to flare up, showing the nylons, garters and flimsy panties to the sweating, motionless Jim Porter.

"Yes, oh yes," said Jim Porter. Then he stood up, horror on his face at his words. "N-No," he stammered in alarm. "N-No. I must never think that." Helen was amazed at the look of desperation on his face. "I've Kate-and the kids-and friends." Then, before Helen could intervene, he turned away and ran to the door. As he wrestled with the doorknob, he babbled, "I've got to get you away from here. You can't stay. You're too much of a temptation." The door finally swung open, and Jim Porter hurtled through it.

Outside the door, hot flushes coursed through Jim Porter's body and the release of tension bathed his body in moisture. The relief at having the spell of fascination under which 'Helen Porter' had held him broken in one climactic blow caused him to shiver violently. Even the long shower he took and the passionate manner in which he took Kate didn't entirely relieve the guilt and shame of his visit to Helen. But at least he felt more normal-until he awoke in the small hours of the morning, the cold sweat upon him again.