RANSVESTIA

The waiter looked after them in disgust as they went skipping out. "Lezzies!" he said, the word carrying the length of the bar.

Back in their flat, David didn't wait to change before he began to make love. Cindy responded just a little. She kept asking him to change, but soon she melted into his arms, and in fact, undressed him herself. She left on his bra and panties, though, and wouldn't take them off, even though her hands explored each part of his body.

"No!" she was quivering as she pulled away. "I'm not going to make it with another girl!"

"I'm not a girl!" David Rennick was affronted.

"You just smell, taste, look, dress and feel like one," retorted Cindy. She pulled away and went off to the bathroom, and even though David changed to his pygamas, she wouldn't snuggle up to him for a long time.

"Your hair," she said after a while. "It's so soft, and it smells like my sister's." As David moved closer to her, she ran her fingers over his face, smoothing down his thin eyebrows. She sighed. "I suppose you couldn't join another show?"

It was time to tell her. "I've been trying for the last two weeks," said David, letting her run her hands through his hair and over the earrings he'd forgotten to remove. "I was offered a few dates as an impersonator. But I'll never work on the real stage again, nor will any of the guys."

Cindy stiffened. "But..." she began.

"We're stuck with Nadine's show," he whispered. "If we quit, we'll never be employed as dancers again. Even Ace knows it."

"I saw him leave," Cindy shook a little. She let David begin to make love to her. "I shouldn't have asked you to stick it out for the money." There was a wetness on her cheeks.

"No matter," said David, biting her ear. "It's not so bad as it might be so long as you're here to accept me as I am."

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