RANSVESTIA

"Yes, indeed, my dear, I have a cab waiting for us at the curb," I responded rising to my feet.

The ride to the club on Fenchurch Street took nearly twenty minutes. The entrance was plain and unmarked. We went through two different locked doors for which Olvia had keys. We climbed a flight of stairs and reached a third locked door. Olivia turned a key in the lock then knocked twice on the door. This was answered with one sharp knock from the other side, to which she responded with two pairs of rapid knocks. A lock turned from inside and the door opened.

"Olivia, dear, so good to see you," spoke the well-dressed blonde woman who greeted us.

"Diane, I would like you to meet our guest for this evening, Dr. John Watson."

The young lady acknowledged the introduction and led us into the main room. There I saw about a dozen other women seated about the room engaged in various conversations. It was then that I was suddenly thrust into the realization that there were actually men dressed as women and not the ladies' social gathering it appeared to be. I stayed close to Olivia as at least I was certain of her true sex and gender. She passed around the room in turn introducing me to each of the "ladies." She seemed especially surprised to see one of them named Adrian, who had apparently been away for several weeks. They had a short business meeting, followed by a program of several of the "ladies" relating experiences they had while being out in public dressed as women. This I found to be quite fascinating. With these formalities over they again began their social. I now felt some- what more comfortable in their presence and moved more freely about them discussing with each their philosophy of their "hobby," yet, I still kept Olivia in my sight at all time. She was busy about the room chatting with the "girls" none seemed to suspect her to be any- one other than her missing cousin. As the evening grew later and many of the "ladies" had left the club, Olivia and I were pulled aside by the member named Adrian.

"Olivia, is it true that your doctor friend here was once the assistant of the great Sherlock Holmes?" she asked with a worried look.

Olivia replied in the affirmative. Adrian stated that she wished to speak to us in private on a matter of importance. The three of us went

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