RANSVESTIA

pretty face and she puckered up her nose and looked up at him and softly ran her fingers down his face and then into his long hair and she looked at him so sweetly as she played with his hair and then she got up and put the steaks in the refrigerator along with the wine and then turned and headed straight for his bedroom.

"Hey, it's a mess in there," Jim Eaton called after her as he got up and ran after her.

"The bed is made," she told him. "Everything is clean. Now, what have we here?" she said.

She sank to her knees to the waste basket and pulled out the tissue with the odor of polish remover and the stain of polish on it and the tissue he had blotted his lipstick with.

"Julia," Kathy Miller said to Jim, smiling, "you can't fool me, my darling."

"What do you mean, Kathy?" Jim asked with his back against the wall.

"Come here, Julia, my sweet," Kathy Miller said. "Come and let Kathy help you dress like a girl. That light pink dress you bought, bring it out, and all the other lovely things, my pet. Come on, now. I'm going to help you dress up again, just like you were when I called you."

"Kathy, Kathy, stop. Please. You don't understand," Jim Eaton pleaded.

"My sweet, you are now Julia, don't you see? Dearest, I love you as a girl. If that makes you happy, my darling, I love you in skirts and perfume and heels. Come on darling, let's dress my sweet Jim up as Julia."

"Kathy, how did you know?" Jim asked her.

"Julia, it was written all over your sweet face every time you saw a pretty dress or skirt, or when I would wear the clothes you like me to wear, and you can't fool a woman who is in love with you, you know,” Kathy told him.

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