RANSVESTIA

the corner of the bed for a moment to regain his composure. Slowly, he played his eyes across the line of lovely dresses, blouses and skirts hanging in the open closet, imagining their feel, fantasizing a life in which they would all belong to him. He moved to his sister's bureau, his trembling hand opening the drawer in which she kept her under- things. Shimmering little heaps of nylon and rayon and satin pleased his touch. The lady-like fabrics, no foreign to his world, created extra- ordinary sensations deep within. Jason had known these emotions before but never with the intensity that now overtook him. It was like being in the grip of a strange fever.

In a second, his own clothing was in a heap on the floor at his feet; a ribbon-trimmed pair of white panties tickled their way up his legs to embrace the male organs. There was a fluster of confusion with the clasp of a fragile white bra. After a few misses, it connected to bind him snugly about the chest. It was followed by a glimmering white slip with a border of fine lace at top and bottom.

By this time, Jason was beside himself with agitation and he did not know which way to turn next. His face was flushed; his heart pounded. He longed for the caress of nylon stockings, the dizziness of walking about in high-heeled shoes. Every dress in the closet seemed to beckon him. Dainty jars and tubes tempted him from the make-up table. What should he do? Thoughts would not come in logical order.

Stepping into a pair of Edith's slippers, he coped with the unfamiliar heels, wobbled to her full-length mirror and breathlessly surveyed himself. He twirled awkwardly a few times, regaining his balance at the last moment. The joy was intoxicating.

Since his sister was only slightly larger than he, both being rather diminutive, the fit of her clothing on him was, at the very least, adequate. Far from looking foolish, as he feared, he was thrilled to note that he appeared in the glass as a smaller version of her. He ran his hands down the sides of the smooth slip and around his buttocks, savoring the softness that the material imparted to his flesh.

Then, a wave of sadness passed over him. Oh, how he desired to be like his sister! How he longed to be part of the gentle world of delicate clothes, soft touches and tantalizing fragrances. But, it was not for him. And, without warning, he began to cry.

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