RANSVESTIA

Jason loved and admired his older sister very much. While she devoted a great deal of her time to her studies at the university, she made a particular point to return his affection. Perhaps it was this strong bond between them that created the desire within Jason to emulate her in every way and to openly share her feminine world. He was quite pleased to respond if she asked his opinion on which blouse best matched the skirt she planned to wear or requested his assistance in zipping a dress up the back. Once, not long ago, he was even pressed into service to wash a pair of nylon stockings for her in an emergency. He marvelled at the delicate fabric and exercised great care to be gentle Edith was greatful and praised him, planting a kiss on his forehead in payment. Jason blushed.

His attraction to female appurtenances grew as time passed and his sister accepted it with some pleasure for, in her find, it served to strengthen their relationship. And, aware of the high quality of her brother's character, she felt no concern that his interests were harmful to his development. Indeed, she relished the notion of a male who displayed a sensitivity to the softness of womanhood. Also, it is possible to assume that she enjoyed an occastional edge of envy in Jason's attitude.

Thus it was that, when the lad came upon her in the midst of a fingernail polishing session, Edith freely offered an answer to his curiosity by applying the colors to his nails with the proviso that it be removed before father returned from his latest junket. Jason agreed, of course, and was awed by the depth of the feeling that this simple ritual generated within him. Throughout the remainder of the day, the sensation returned each time he took notice of his fingers, which was often. A deep emptiness overtook him when the hour of his father's return approached and the deep red color was summarily wiped away

These rememberances and many more secret thoughts cascaded through Jason's mind as he lie rigid in bed anticipating the next footstep in the night's silence. His only solace was the gentle garment that wrapped about him beneath the blankets.

No sound came. Instead, through half-closed eyes, he perceived a soft line of light at the edge of the door as it opened slowly. This was worse! Jamming his eyelids tightly together, he prayed that Edith would merely look to see that he was asleep and retire to her own

room.

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