RANSVESTIA

"Well," Gref was intent. "Now we have to cover up some of the women's equipment." He went over to a cupboard, returning with a girdle, panties and a gauzy uplift bra. He put them onto the cowboy, tightening the girdle ferociously, pulling in the waist until Fennell had to cry out. He could hardly feel the other things because of the tightness of the body stocking. This wouldn't be so bad after all, he thought.

"Most impersonators wear two pairs of stockings," said Rudi, as he rolled a pair of nylons over Fennell's legs, and then attached them to the garters of the waist cinch. This time Curtis could feel the disturbing pull of them on his thighs. What do I look like now, he thought, looking over his shoulder. The body was surprisingly feminine, as well as female, despite what Gref had said. He was surprised how the garters and stockings made his legs look so good.

"O.K.," grunted the makeup man. "Sit back in the chair, while I fix your face!" As Fennell moved, he could feel the weight on his chest and the pull of the garter belt. He looked at Gref, but the makeup man didn't seem to notice anything. He was already pouring a liquid face powder onto his hands, prior to applying it to Fennell.

It took well over half an hour before Gref was finally satisfied. "Well," he said doubtfully. "I guess it'll have to do." He touched Fennell's hair. "You know I could set and backcomb this hair of yours so that you wouldn't have to wear a wig, it would be much cooler."

Fennell looked aghast. "Oh, all right,” sighed Gref. "I'll use a fairly short hair piece." The wig fitted snugly like a tight hat on Fennell's head, but he could feel the soft pieces of hair on his neck, forehead and cheeks. Gref clipped earrings to his ears and a thick necklace over the center of his neck. Then he said, "Take a look, Rita."

At first, Fennell didn't recognize the partly-dressed woman. Then it dawned on him. This woman looking about for the mirror was him! Her short, dark hair was complemented by her expert makeup, dark red lips, thick black lashes and soft, smooth skin. It can't be me, he thought, my skin's rougher than that.

Gref was holding a woman's slip and a cocktail dress in his arms. "This dress has a veil over the back and shoulders, that will cover the body stocking. You'll look good in it." Rudi was right. The dark green