RANSVESTIA

padded inserts. He had the kind of chest muscles that could be taped across to show "real" cleavage. He left as soon as he could-a cute, little brunette in a black miniskirt, black, knee-high boots, a tight sweater and a shaped leather jacket. The tiny gold crosses at his ears and the dark eye makeup made him far more attractive as a female than he'd ever been as a male.

It was clear to Nadine that whatever had happened was not going to be revealed to her right then. It was also clear that Nadine was going to wait until she saw them all into "street" clothes before she left. David exchanged glances with Farrell, who shrugged at him. When David had changed to a lacy, underwired bra, a minislip and dark pantihose to go with his dark miniskirt, Nadine came over and fixed his makeup, giving him extra white eyeshadow on the back of his lids. Smiling, she hugged him, his padded bra in the sequinned blouse being pressed tightly against him. She smelt of musk perfume -just like he did.

"Keep those earrings," she said. "They really go with you, David." She frowned, smiled ruefully and shook her head. "We'll have to do something about that name, won't we?"

David picked a wine-colored purse, and stuffed in the money and keys that had been left on his table for him. He pulled on high heels, grabbed the little coat that matched his skirt and went quickly to the door.

"David, wait!" Marty and Farrell came tripping after him. They were dressed much as he was. Lots of shapely leg showing under little miniskirts. All had bouncing breasts and long, dangling earrings. "Let's go together," said Marty. He gave David Rennick a little smile that seemed to say-"now we're all girls together, and isn't it nice?"

They had to argue with an aghast Cindy Brenner at the stage door but Rosalie and Sally had seemed to expect them as they were, passing compliments to the men on their makeup, hair and clothes. A bunch of stage hands also wanted to take them all out for a drink. That moved Cindy and she agreed to go with all the "girls" to a local bar.

It wasn't as crowded as might have been expected, but it was late at night and soon they had a booth to themselves.

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