RANSVESTIA

The following day, I was pretty strung out after one of the worst nights I'd had in years. I'd have thought Romy would be the same. At least, she should have been avoiding me the next day. But she wasn't. She was in a little white dress, a white ribbon in her hair, as she came tripping up the steps for breakfast. She even smiled at me and was quite friendly in the general small talk in which everyone was engaged.

I guess you could say that everyone had a really nice day, relaxing and sunning themselves. Romy sat next to me and had me apply lotion to her soft-skinned body, changing to a bikini when the other girls did. She gave me another of those funny, self-depracating grins when Monique took off her top and settled herself comfortably in the sun. Then Lisa laughed and said that all the girls should do it, too. Romy still smiled, but I caught her tense glance at me as she slipped off her white bra top. Her nipples and the aureole of her breasts were tiny, and, to my eye, were clearly masculine. I doubt, though, that anyone else but me aboard that boat would have been an expert in such things.

We dressed again for dinner, and all the "girls" put their hair up, in Forties style, for the evening. With pendant earrings and heavy makeup, they all appeared exotic and sensuously mysterious. They were all obviously pleased with the admiration they saw in our eyes. It was only after dinner that I noticed something that I hadn't before. The others were treating Romy and I as a pair.

When Romy moved to a love seat with the last of her wine, I was just kind of hanging back, but Lisa immediately made room for me beside Romy. Even Romy appeared to accept the situation. She moved up slightly towards me. In the dancing again, the pairing was clear. Adelie and Cindy danced only with each other while Romy and I were clearly partners in everyone's mind.

When I held Romy tightly, I could breathe in the soft fragrance that adorned her neck and hair. She snuggled into me, like any normal girl, and without evening meaning to, I dropped gentle kisses onto her cheek and ear. Romy only cuddled me even more closely, her hand clasping mine also as tightly as she could.

"See me to my cabin," Romy whispered urgently as the evening drew on and the other couples showed little inclination to leave the sundeck-dancing floor.

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