TRANSVESTIA
where Babe stripped off his white, silky gown while Danielle, Shelley, Jackie and Rosalie, the "boyfriends," treated him as the sexy glamor girl he appeared to be. "Hey, Cindy. It's me, David!" he exclaimed.
"Are... are you sure?" The words came out very slowly, as Cindy's arm came around David's narrow waist and she pushed him out to join the other "girls" on re-dressing Babe so that they could go on to a modern, up-to-date dance.
As they left the stage, David held onto Cindy's hand. "Let's go for drink," he said. Cindy turned and looked at the thin bobbed nose, slender eyebrows and thick eyelashes in the soft-skinned face. David's hair was parted down the middle and then swept back down both sides, very thick and curled at the nape of his neck. Gold circles swung in his ears.
"With you looking like that?" She tried not to be bitter. "Maybe we'd be better to just sneak home instead."
David shook his head, feeling the earrings now and realizing how he must seem. "I'll get ready quickly," he said, moving as fast as his high heels and tight skirts would lead him.
He met a violent Ace at the doorway, Marty and Lisa hanging on to the big "man" trying to hold him back. "Just let me get at her!" Ace was raving in a deep, bass voice. Strands of blonde hair lay across his face, his black eye makeup screwed up in rage. He was wearing the very tight, black tubular dress of Sally's and, like her, could hardly
move.
"What's up?" asked David, pushing at Ace, who scratched at him, with long, pointed fingernails.
"That woman!" screamed Ace, allowing David to push him back a little, into the dressing room. "She's taken away all our street clothes!"
"She thinks it'll help us all, said Marty wearily, "if we wear drag all the time. We'll be more feminine."
Behind David, Babe Corbin began to giggle again. "It's true, darlings," he cried. "Look at me! We can all be more feminine."
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