TURNABOUT

IS FAIR PLAY

Linda, Virginia

Sunday Morning. The first rays of sunlight break through the tall oak trees on Foxhall Road, through the open bed- room window of Apartment 302, and rest ever so gently on the re- clining form of a nubile woman, still in deep slumber. Mary Tyler, the occupant of 302, a slender, blonde, 30'ish school teacher is sleeping late this morning after watching the late late movie on TV.

A car back-fire on the street below rouses Mary from her sleep. She stirs, turns over, and gazes dreamily out the window. Her husband, John, has spent the past week at the Tri Sigma con- vention in New Orleans, leaving Mary alone at the apartment. John (also known as Bernice) is a successful businessman in town, as well as an avid transvestite. A crossdresser since childhood, John had reached an agreement with Mary early in their marriage allowing him to wear women's clothing around the apartment "as long as it wasn't too often." He had left for the convention last Sunday, suitcase in hand, wearing one of her traveling dresses and one of her light- weight coats.

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Mary raises herself up in bed, head propped on her pillow, and glances around the room at the clothes hanging in the closet. Mary's on the right side, neat, clean, well-ordered; John's on the left, clumped together in disarray. Her gaze falls upon a stack of John's underwear which she had washed the night before, folding each item carefully and precisely as she put it into an orderly pile on a bedroom chair.

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She has often wondered why John enjoyed wearing women's clothing why it seemed to be almost an obsession with him. More so than any of his other hobbies. He had convinced her after they were married that he was not gay ... they had an active sex life yet it still left Mary perplexed, watching him walk around the apartment in her clothes in such obvious delight. After all, wasn't this unusual be- havior? None of the men she had dated before her marriage had ever expressed a desire to wear her clothing.

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A vagrant thought passes through Mary's mind. She won- ders how she would feel if she were to dress as a male. From top to bottom. She never has

done this before, except for oc-

casionally wearing slacks around the apartment. Why not give it a try?

Mary swings her lithe body out of bed and onto the bed- room carpet. In a few deft move- ments, she removes her baby doll nightie, dropping the lace panties to her ankles. She reaches over to the chair and removes a pair of boxer shorts from Tom's pile. Standing first on one foot and then the other, she pulls the shorts up her slender legs, over her hips, until they rest in place, firmly attached to her waist. A perfect fit! A small chill runs through her body as she feels the touch of the smooth polyester fabric against her skin. She takes a tee shirt from the pile and care- fully pulls it over her head, put- ting her arms gently into the sleeves so as not to tear the cloth The feel of the cotton fabric a- gainst her breasts is delightful, and she notices another chill go through her body. She wonders why Tom does not get the same feeling when he gets dressed for the office every day. If he does, he certainly hasn't mentioned it to her.

Next step, ankle-high socks. She reaches into one of Tom's drawers and extracts a pair of navy blue stretch socks. Sitting back on the bed, she pulls on each of the socks, enjoying the tight smooth feel of the socks en- casing her tiny feet.

Mary looks into Tom's side of the closet to select a pair of slacks and a shirt. She chooses a pair of solid gray knit slacks and a red alligator shirt. In an instant she removes the slacks from the hanger and pulls them on, again enjoying the exhilarating feeling which is coming over her. Slowly

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