RANSVESTIA

"Did you ever have the other surgery after I finished with you?" Dr. Aaronson was succeeding in putting the conversation on a less 'cozy' footing.

She shook her blonde curls. "No," it was only a whisper.

"You only had the breast implants," his tone was incredulous. "But you must have had hormones."

She shook her head again.

"I'd like to examine you," he said, "but you know I'm not in practice any more. I can't do any further surgery on you. Nothing as compli- cated as what you're after."

The blue eyes regarded him blankly for a little while. Then, under- standing dawned in her eyes. "Y-you think I want you to make me more of a woman!" She was clearly astounded at the thought.

It was Dr. Aaronson's tum to be puzzled. "Well," he said harshly. "Why else would you be here in my study?"

She took a deep breath and headed back for her chair. "I want them taken away," she said in such a low tone he was hardly sure he'd heard correctly. "I want you to remove the implants," she was going on hurriedly, looking at the books, and showing him the exquisitely feminine profile of Angie Saunders. "I want to be a man again."

"You want to be a man again!"Aaronson couldn't have been more amazed. He had never heard such a request in all his years as a plastic surgeon, and he'd heard plenty of strange ones. Here was the most beautiful movie star in America, and she wanted to be a man. But the thought that really jolted him the most was the lingering idea that the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen was already a man!

"I'm not wearing dresses any more," Angie was going on in a very unsteady voice. "Nor feminine lingerie either. I'm wearing pajamas at night time, and I'm trying not to use makeup." She still wouldn't look at him. "Though I have to sometimes. I have so little of my eyebrows left. It's going to take a while to grow them again. I-I'll have to use false ones I-I think for a while."