RANSVESTIA

"How do you feel?" asked Cindy at last. David had taken her hand and now their hands lay together, each with long, pointed nails, David's red and Cindy's clear. Each had large dress rings on their fingers and bracelets at their wrists.

"You mean in a skirt, sitting here?" asked David quietly.

"And with all the lingerie," added Cindy. "You are wearing panties, aren't you?"

"Of course," he said. He had to think. How did he really feel? Strange. Yes, there was that. But it was nice, too, to feel the nylons on his legs. He knew he had shapely legs and it was good when Rosalie told him what he knew to be true. The slip stretched across his thighs was soft and different. He did feel very feminine, from the constric- tion of the bra and the tight sweater. He wasn't upset about it. In fact, he was rather looking forward to making love to Cindy later and he could sense that much of his pleasure came from his clothes and from the perfumes he wore, as well as the fact that she was no longer as certain of him as she'd always been. It was going to be nice proving to her that it was the real David Rennick in these clothes.

"I feel all right," he said lamely, looking her in the eyes. Farrell was flirting with a waiter trying to con a date for a drink but the young guy wasn't having it. Farrell looked very pleased with himself as the waiter walked away.

"Did that feel good?" asked a smiling Sally. She seemed happy for the first time in a long time.

Farrell was shocked. He'd hardly realized what he was doing. "It's all right, dear," said Rosalie, touching his arm. "Come home with me tonight."

Farrell nodded. He bit his pink, glossy lower lip. He too had no eyebrows to speak of and with his fluffy Afro and small, sleeveless dress with the plunging front, he looked like an African princess, particularly with the slave bracelets on his arms and the gold at his ears. He stood and smoothed his skirt. "Let's go!" he said hoarsely, his eyes on Rosalie, who stood up with a great, beaming smile, and took his hand.

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