RANSVESTIA

"Whoa, there, Jack," Gref's rough voice cut in. "This girl can hardly walk in her heels yet, let alone dance. I'd thought we could take her over and put her under the lights. I think that would be enough for today. And it should be interesting," he added enigmatically.

The stage was just a short walk from Gref's trailer, but it was one that Curtis Fennell would likely remember for the rest of his life. As he stepped from the trailer, the narrow yard seemed to be full of camera and sound crew personnel, many of whom he had worked with on 'Range War'. Arnold, Gref, and Sharples were greeted on all sides and one or two penetrating glances were cast Curtis' way, but there were no smiles or anything remotely resembling recognition in the faces he knew.

"What did I tell you," whispered Gref, holding his arm as if he were really a woman. "No one thinks you're anything but female." Fennell felt sticky all over with perspiration when they finally got into the large studio. The set was prepared for the standard squad room scenes in 'Homicide'.

Arnold disappeared briefly to turn on the heavy, hot stage lights and Gref led Fennell forward to a chair under the hottest of the lights. Eileen Sharples smiled cynically as Gref tried to coach Curtis to smooth down his dress in a feminine manner and to cross his legs without revealing too much thigh.

Fennell was unable to make much of Gref's instructions, so upset was he by the walk across the crowded yard, the amused woman watching him, and the strange feeling the clothes were giving him. The movement of the fake breasts was particularly disturbing, because it made him feel like a woman, and the pain in his groin was almost unbearable. The heat from the lights poured down on him as Gref and Arnold conversed in a quiet corner. Slowly an itch began to spread all over Fennell's body. As he shifted slightly to adjust the itch, he could feel the body stocking rubbing and pulling every hair on his body. And the wig was so hot! His head was throbbing and almost on fire.

"Well, honey!" Eileen tripped forward lightly onto the set. "Shall we run through a few bumps together?"

With the itching, the aches, and the general discomfort he felt,

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