RANSVESTIA

"I insist," she said. "I'll see you at one o'clock." Joe thought he had best humor her as he didn't want his escapades to be the talk of the lake. So, at one o'clock sharp, Joe was standing on the Boyd front porch ringing the doorbell. Susan answered the door. "Come in, Debbie."

"I prefer that you call me Joe," he said.

"Well, don't forget I met you as Debbie and I think I prefer that name."

"Well, you certainly have a nice house. Looks like your dad is in the chips."

"We do alright."

Susan led him into her bedroom. "Have you ever been in a younger girl's bedroom?"

"Just once at a friend's house. Pretty wild."

"Well, Debbie, we have a lot of work to do this afternoon."

"What do you mean we?"

"Debbie and I of course."

"I don't get it. Why should I help you?"

"Because you're a good girl."

Joe blushed. "Quit that kind of talk, will you?"

"I have no intentions of stopping. Let's get busy - we have to clean this house and you have to get dressed first."

"What am I going to wear?"

"Well, you're going to dress your age this time. My clothes should fit you fine. Start taking your clothes off."

Joe knew of course that there was no sense in arguing since she

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