RANSVESTIA

"Or whatever Nadine turns you into," Cindy was saying.

"No," David was definite. "I'll never be like Babe-or Lisa." He shuddered and it was Cindy's turn to hold him tight. "Anyway, look at Marty. He's dressed like a girl for years and he's still a man. You've got Sally's word for that."

"Yes." Cindy began to kiss David, tasting the face powder and feeling the liner which he'd hardly removed from his eyes. He had so much yet to learn about being a woman—so much that Cindy could teach him. She wondered what she should call him when she dressed him in the morning. "David" just wouldn't seem right for the woman she was going to create.

"I'm sorry we had to let Babe go," Nadine was saying to the two backers. "But she was just too much."

"He was too much," one corrected her.

"Yes, that's what I said." There was a frown on her thin face; her red lips were pursed.

"I didn't follow it all," said the other.

"The Senator's wife was threatening to divorce him unless he broke off with Babe. She intended to cite Babe as the 'other woman," said Nadine. "But David Rennick's come along really well, now he's adjusted to being dressed all the time. He'll be a really big star after this new review."

"You still want to call it Cross Currents?" asked the second, fatter

man.

"Or Crossover. Which do you think is best?" Nadine sounded

anxious.

The fat guy shrugged. "David Rennick?" he asked. "Can't you come up with a more suggestive name than that? Peaches or Bubbles or something?"

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