They beckon me to wear and feel, And how could I think to deny myself? Lacy foundations stretch over my form,

Then sheer, taut hose are gartered in place. I crown my head with flowing hair And touch my face with sweet toiletries.

Into a summer-soft dress I slip

While pastel heels now style my feet.

I clip and hang some sparkling jewels And my costume is done, I've become a girl!

In the mirror I gaze at my transformed self, I'm happy. I feel. And freedom is mine! Oh, now do I feel the day is right. Now do I feel complete and content. I'm carried aloft with total delight

As I take up my purse with a sigh of joy, And resume my walk by the rippling shore.

85

RANSVESTIA

"Frankly, Brother Dominick,

your case appears to be without precedent, but it seems

unlikely you can remain a monk."