TOMORROW A GIRL

All week I'm involved with a world full of men, I've talked, and I've sold and I've worked and then- To home I have gone at the close of the day And fixed up more things in a masculine way. My business associates see nothing in me But a regular guy with no signs of a "she".

And they are right too, for my workaday face Shows nothing you'd think in the least out of place. The male personality that it presents

Is strong and aggressive (to outward intents). I walk and I talk and I check with my eyes All girls as they pass---just like other guys.

I'm sure that no one uninformed would think-- My favorite color's a feminine pink. This life that I lead through out the long week Doesn't give my true self a chance even to peek Out from behind this facade of my pants,

No, "SHE" must stay hidden as if in a trance.

But now it is Friday, the last of the five And stirrings within me--somethings alive, Imprisoned within me it's sought it's release-- Until it's freed it will give me no peace. So I look at the clock as the hours drag past Till finally the whistle and I sigh, "Oh at last".

Then home in a hurry to peel of these clothes Somehow I feel the whole week's been a pose. I bathe, set my hair, lacquer fingers bright red And don my sheer nightie then jump into bed But sleep is not easy, my head's in a whirl-- JUST THINK--five days a man but.

by Virginia

TOMORROW A GIRL!

A GIRL!