Winnie was moving slowly, carefully but decidedly toward a greater, freer, more consistent expression of his femininity. The harassment that was once a regular part of his life had all but disappeared since his confrontation with Rom. He had wanted to increase his wardrobe of girls' underhtinga and nightclothes. A foray back to the corner drugstore in the Hill resulted in his first eyeliner and lipstick. Helen had shown him how to apply these basic tools sparingly and them to blot them so as to leave only the slightest afterglow. the effect was stupendous. He stared unbelieveingly at the pretty face that looked back at him from the mirror. A glow of satisfaction and of power sent a smile across those comely features even as he regretted having to blot away most of the makeup a moment later. And yet the face, so pretty before this strange ritual, was, even after removing almost all the sometics, more beautiful that it had been sto start with.