RANSVESTIA

Unfortunately, this good lady, who had been so free with her wardrobe had never seen any of my "theatrical productions." She made this point one day at work. Here was another opportunity just asking to be picked up. I agreed that it was somewhat unfair that she hadn't seen the use to which I had put her clothes and suggested that some night I get "dressed" and come over to her apartment for a private showing. "Would you really do that?" she said, "that would really be fun." We set a date and I went home to explain the situation to my wife.

She agreed somewhat apprehensively fearing that the neighbors would see me leave or come home in our car. Supposing I went down to mom's apartment and changed and returned there before I came home, I suggested. That was an acceptable solution. My mother agreed with the admonition to be careful.

By this time I had an inexpensive wig I had ordered from Hong Kong for another skit I had done. This was the first time I had gone out "dressed," completely dressed as a woman from the skin out. What a fantastic adventure and thrill. Although it was after dark, I took extra painds with my make-up and hair and took a long time dressing; savoring every moment. Finally, in a white nylon blouse, through which my lingerie was just visible, a long, full, green wool skirt, high-heeled brown alligator pumps and gold belt and jewelry, I was ready. My mother loaned me a bag into which I put my powder and lipstick, a lacy hanky and my identification which I sincerely hoped I would not have to use. A white nylon scarf, my wife's grey lamb jacket and a pair of black, long wristed gloves finished the costume. My image in the mirror thrilled me. I couldn't believe it. As a matter of fact, I could believe it because what I saw was what I felt.

In spite of my nervousness, the drive over was uneventful. I passed to women in the apartment lobby who never gave me a second look. In front of Beth's door I took a deep breath and knocked.

The door opened, she looked at me and said, "Yes?"-a moment's silence and then, "Good grief, I don't believe it, come in." I laughed quietly, walked in and began to take off my gloves.

"No wonder you're asked to play women's parts. You look fantastic," she said.

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