RANSVESTIA

spin the chair back to the mirror but Gref's foot stopped him. "Don't worry. They're not too feminine. But the bushy ones would have given you away."

Gref reached for a small carton. "Now I've got some things for you to put on, so I want you to take off all your clothes." Fennell nodded and stood up. He was able to glance back at the mirror. He scowled at his reflection. His eyebrows were very narrow and curved over his eyes. I can't go out like this, he thought wildly, it doesn't look like me.

He looked at his wiry, muscled body as he took off all his clothes, save for his underpants He was quite proud of the heavy black mat of hair on his chest, Gref seemed almost not to notice. "Them too," he said absently, pointing at Fennell's shorts.

For some reason, Fennell found his temper rising. Angrily he took them off, and stood naked, in between the chair and the mirror. "Good," said Gref. "Now, obviously, the first thing we have to do is disguise your masculine parts. So this male g-string," he took a pad with several cords attached from the carton he was holding. "will pack everything away until you need them again." He was quite serious as he spoke. He handed the thing to Fennell, and supervised him putting it on. "Now the next thing is this," he said, taking a long garment from the carton. It had arms and legs attached to a short body.

"What is it?" asked Fennell, suspicious of the flesh-colored garment.

"It's a body stocking," said Gref. "It'll cover up every bit of that hair you have, and we can add the other female things on later. Put it on."

The stocking was quite heavy and it pulled tightly on Fennell's body. As he squirmed to pull it up over his buttock, he realized that the stocking was padded from the inside both about his buttock and about his chest. In place, the red-tipped mounds on his chest sagged a little and bounced embarrasingly as he moved. Clearly there was some kind of liquid inside them. He glanced toward the mirror. From a distance of just ten feet or less, he appeared to be standing there naked. He, Curtis Fennell, with a woman's breasts and external characteristics.