Transvestite Tease

CHAPTER ONE-1

CHAPTER ONE

But, Marsha never thought too much about that. She was good friends with Debbie that year, but they had sort of stopped being friends by the next year.

Debbie was more friends with this other girl, and she and Marsha started to drift apart. And, then, Debbie went to move into another apartment with the other girl.

Debbie left her apartment to her brother, who had moved to town that year to start studying at the same college that Marsha and Debbie went to. And, so that second year, after being friends with his sister for a year, and drifting rather bitterly away from her, Marsha met Jonathan.

Someone was selling clothes on the front lawn in front of the cafeteria. This was a normal occurrence at the beginning and end of each semester at the college.

Penniless students would sell off their old clothes, and books and odd things that they had accumulated during their years at school.

And, they'd pick up maybe fifty dollars to go out in the working world with. And, that was what Connie Coleman was doing.

Connie Coleman had been one of the nicest dressed girls at the school. She went in for glamour and girlishness much more than most of the other girls at the intellectual school.

Marsha had actually been sort of good friends with her her freshman year, when they were in the same dormitory. But, they were not really the same type, Marsha thought, and they, too drifted apart.

That happened pretty frequently with Marsha. She seemed to always be drifting rather bitterly apart from her girlfriends.

They usually were much more interested in their newly acquired boyfriends, or in another girl who was more interested in seeking out boyfriends than Marsha. Marsha just wasn't as interested in centering her life around boys.

And, she didn't like the feminist group at the school, either. She didn't want to be plain and unfeminine like those girls were.

The thing was that Marsha liked being girlish, and liked being with girls. She thought that boys were gross and crude.

Some of her girlfriends thought that she was gay. But, she really didn't feel that she was a lesbian.

She was more interested in male bodies sexually. And, she never felt sexually attracted to her girlfriends.

It was just that she preferred being with girls, and doing girlish things. And, she liked kissing a guy occasionally, when she was drunk at a party or something.

But, she just didn't take males that seriously. She was bored with their rough ways.

She liked to read fashion magazines and try out make-up, and giggle. She wished things would be like they were when she was in junior high school.

Then, girls could have fun having crushes on boys, and talking about boys, and giggling. But, they spent all their time together, and having romantic fantasies, instead of boring reality.

Marsha had finally found herself secure enough in her school work, to take time out to earn some money with a part-time job at a drug store.

She worked the cosmetics counter. She really enjoyed her job.

She got to way-lay women, and get them to let her put full make-up on their faces. Marsha liked to draw, and the thing she liked drawing the best were portraits.

So, it was only natural that she should find putting on make-up a lot of fun. And, she felt that it was a creative thing, and art even, as well.

And, along with the sheer enjoyment and satisfaction of the job itself, Marsha also finally had extra money to spend. Her parents paid for her tuition, and living expenses, but she never had money to spend on fun things until she started earning it for herself.

Now, she felt very good with the cool autumn late afternoon breeze blowing around her, and the crisp feel of new dollar bills in her pocket. She had cashed her paycheck that morning, up the hill, at the bank, and the new bills that she kept for the week, were still in her pocket.

But, she was saving up for clothes shopping in a few weeks. So, she only took out a few dollars for milkshakes at the coffee shop, and mint milano cookies.

So, her mood immediately fell when she saw what Connie was selling. Connie had been very spoiled by her parents all during school.

She had lots of money to spend, and all sorts of gorgeous clothes. She only washed with Erno Lazlo soap.

All morning and evening, the girls in the dorm would pass by and hear her splashing the soapy sink water on her face one hundred times. But, her skin was luminous.

In any case, her good times had stopped. Connie had become involved with a boy that her parents disapproved of.

And, to show their disapproval, they had cut off her large allowance. So, in order to take a trip to San Francisco with her boyfriend, Connie had to sell off some of her beautiful wardrobe.

And, that's what made Marsha's face fall. She saw that Connie was selling an article of clothing that she had always admired, and coveted.

And, the price that Connie had printed on a piece of paper, attached to a popsicle stick over that pile of clothes was more than Marsha had in her pocket. And, it wasn't that much either, it was a very good bargain, it was just that Marsha didn't have that much money on her.

What she craved was a floor-length violet velvet cape. It had a grey silk lining and a beautiful cowl and hood.

There were violet silk drawstrings to the top of the cape that were of a slightly darker and more vivid color than the violet of the cape velvet.

The cape's violet was a tantalizing mixture of the subdued and the vivid. It was like a psychic ink blot on a winter day.

Everytime that Connie wore the cape, which was all of three times, Marsha felt a keen sense of envy. The three times that she had worn it were each year at the Christmas formal.

She draped the magnificent cape three times over three gorgeous formal gowns, as she went with three different dates to the three different formal dinner dances. Marsha envied her her outfits much more than her dates.

Marsha had only been once to the Christmas formal dinner dance. She just didn't make enough effort to attract boys.

She dressed as nicely as she could. She took great pleasure in that.

And, she was a handsome girl. So, it wasn't the way she looked that kept boys away from her.

No, it was the way she was always acting so distant from them. Or, not exactly distant, but she didn't act as if male appreciation was the most important thing in her life.

Actually, Marsha did have dreams of a handsome, dark-haired man, falling passionately in love with her. She wanted a man like a movie star.

But, none of the boys that she knew around the school fit her dreams. And, she was not the sort to settle for less than the best that she could imagine.

So, most of Marsha's s*x life was in" her romantic fantasies, and in the movies that she went to see every week. And, she dated infrequently.

One boy had asked her to one Christmas formal, and she went with him. She went with him not because she wanted his company, although she didn't mind him compared to the other boys around, but because her mother was so very anxious for her to date, that informing her that she was going to the Christmas formal brought her a generous check with instructions to buy a pretty formal gown with it.

This was Marsha's true delight in getting a date to the prom. Actually, she could have gone stag, or maiden doe, or with a larger group, as many people did.

But, that would have meant buying her own ticket, and Marsha just couldn't spare twenty-five dollars in those years. This year, however, she was determined not only to go to the formal, but to buy a glamorous dress to wear there.

Now, she had the money. But, it was in her bank account, not in her pocket.

And, she could just see herself in Connie's violet velvet cape, with some pale grey, seed pearl satin number underneath it, sweeping into the dining hall. But, she didn't have the money in her pocket.

Marsha still kept the gown that she had worn her sophomore year to the Christmas formal. It was midnight blue, and velvet, as well. It was a narrow A-line from an empire waist.

It trailed in a small point at the back. There was an underslip of powder blue satin.

The high bodice of the dress was trimmed with a band of smooth, powder blue satin. It was very simple, and Marsha thought that it was quite chic.

It had a medium low, square cut neckline. And, the back plunged into a point at the empire waist.

She wore no necklace. She thought that the decorative satin back at the top of the bodice was enough.

Her long, white, graceful neck rose, unencumbered by jewelry. But, she wore her thick, wavy chestnut hair piled up on her head, and on her shell-like ears, she wore silver and blue enamel earrings.

They were like modernistic stylized arrowheads that pointed up to her hair-do. And, they put just the right accent to her upper body, Marsha thought.

The other girls thought that she was rather daring to wear make-up that night of a decidedly blue tone. Her lipstick, even was a shade of violet that was much closer to blue than to a lipstick pink.

Her dark eyes, of course, were magnificently shadowed in shades of blue. And, there was even a bluishness about the silver shimmer in her powder.

Bright blue enamel barrettes kept her hair up, and showed through bits of her thickly, wavily piled coiffeur. Marsha thought that she looked wonderful.

But, she was too sophisticated looking, she thought for most of the girls and boys there. Although a few fashion savants, like Connie, complimented her on her get-up.

Connie also looked magnificent at the Christmas formal, all three years that she went. The first year, she had worn a simple, gold gown.

It was of raw silk, with bits of rough weave all over the fabric. The gown hit just the right point over her matching pumps.

The neckline was a plain halter. And, the silhouette was straight and clingy, with no waistline.

Her hair was in a geometric cut that winter, so she just left it clean and uncurled. It was her natural light brown; color.

She wore half-length beige gloves, and the rest was just the tan that she had got over Thanksgiving with her family, on vacation in Mexico. She wore small diamond stud earrings.

The next Christmastime she wore a hot pink satin jump suit. It had padded shoulders, and electrically blinking tiny lights along the shoulder line.

She wore calf-length purple suede boots, with low heels. There was a thick belt to the jump-suit, with a glowing electric square shaped buckle.

Her hair was dyed bright blue, and greased back. Her high cheekbones were strongly accentuated by dark foundation shadow.

The third time that Connie went to the Christmas formal dinner party, she wore a man's white tails. She had the full outfit, from spats to top hat.

She had had it impeccably tailored to her shapely, but slender figure. She also carried a ivory cane.

Her make-up was very simple. Whitish foundation, small, dark red, shiny lips. Black rimmed eyes that were not very brought out.

She wore her hair blonde, and falling over one eye, like Veronica Lake. She had taps on her shoes, and demonstrated the steps that she had learned in tap dancing that past year.

But, each time, she had completely covered her outfit with the violet, velvet cape and hood. The top hat had flattened down into an enigmatic white circle that she held in her white gloved hands.

Then, she would neatly place the cape in the coat check. And, reveal her surprise outfit to the others.

Marsha really wanted that cape. She didn't believe that there was any stigma in wearing someone else's clothes.

Although, she thought that perhaps it would be a little gauche to wear the cape to the Christmas formal, where Connie had always worn it. Marsha was graduating that spring, and she figured that she could keep the cape to wear out in the world.