RANSVESTIA

For the first time, David was glad to see the fear in Cindy's eyes. She was looking at him with genuine apprehension. "Come on, dear," he said to her with an exaggerated wiggle of his hips. "Come and show me how to make those divine doe eyes." He had raised his voice a notch or two in pitch.

Rosalie laughed and after a moment Cindy joined in. But she was very quiet throughout the rest of the day, even after the boys were paid, finding their money almost doubled in the packets Nadine passed out.

"It will be much better-and Millie will do it for you." Nadine had laid down the new proposal immediately after Babe had entered the room in a tight-fitting skirt and sweater, dark hose and narrow, stiletto-like heels. Even the look that Ace gave him couldn't take away Babe's euphoria at having come from his apartment fully dressed in women's clothes. He was positively beaming as he wiggled over to his make-up chair.

"No wig for me tonight," he had sparkled at Millie, his eyes bril- liantly blue in contrast to the excess of black eyeliner, eyeshadow and mascara he had used. "Rene did my hair." He patted the blonde kiss curls on his cheeks and around his forehead. Ace looked away, shivering in the dark blue evening dress he'd just had Farrell lace him into.

"I like this color, don't you?" Babe bubbled to the grim-faced Ace, his mouth white like the rest of his face under the pancake makeup he'd just applied. Then they all realized that Babe had had his hair dyed platinum-blonde and that he'd actually gone to a woman's hair stylist to have it done.

"It's a very good idea," said Nadine when she came in. "You've all got long hair-for men, anyway," she added. "It will be much better for you not to have to worry about wigs too much. I'll get Millie to set your hair for you for the first performance."

"You're not touching mine!" Ace had hollered, slashing his mouth with scarlet lipstick.