RANSVESTIA

"I-I'm not going to do it!" Marty had at last found his voice.

"Of course you are!" Nadine descended swiftly upon him, seized his arm, pulled him into the dressing room and slammed the door. "The livelihoods of over one hundred people depend upon you! You know the part and you know that we need four pairs out there!"

"But I'm not an impersonator!" he cried, sinking onto a soft chair. All about were the other girls' things-their street clothes, their lingerie, even the makeup kit Sally had “liberated" from him. "I don't have a voice!"

"I'll do that myself from an offstage mike," hissed Nadine. "Now, get your clothes off and let Millie go to work."

David was sure that the show would be cancelled for the evening. They were already ten minutes past curtain time and Nadine had not returned to the stage. He had wandered over to swap cues with Farrell, now in Marty's spot on the stage.

"No sweat, man," beamed Farrell, his arm resting lightly on Sally's waist, while she seemed happy to have it there.

"If we go, of course," said David, catching Cindy suddenly waving to him. He turned. Nadine was bearing down on him, a dark-haired girl behind her.

"In your places," Nadine snapped, glowering at David. "And you're off tonight, Mr. Corbin." She didn't even look as Babe's worried glance disappeared while he slipped away. Nadine turned to the girl. "Come on!" she snapped. "You know where to start!"

The girl was wearing Jackie's long black evening gown, finding herself having to mince just like Jackie to get into position. Even the necklace and long, silvery-tasselled earrings were like Jackie's, but she also wore white evening gloves, the only real difference to the girl whose spot she was taking. It was hard to see if she was pretty because of the amount of stage makeup she wore-even over her throat and upper arms. She certainly was attractive, at least as good a looker as Jackie. Nadine had swept away imperiously and the

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