I was surprised to find how well I could walk in the high heeled sandals. They had 3" heels. The short walk to backstage down the terrazo hall, hearing the feminine "click" of my heels gave me confidance, and I managed a faint smile when I was greeted by the committee and other "actors". There were the bridesmaids...all men, six of them. They were a sight. Obviously they had not given as much time and thought to the perfection of the masquer- ade as they were funny rather than pretty. One had used a rag mop for a wig.

The cast was speechless at the sight of me. Typical remarks were passed, "You should have been born a girl... You are as pretty as a picture...etc. Strangely I began to loose my embarrassed feeling and began to enjoy the flattery directed at me.

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As a group we went to the rear of the auditorium to prepare for the "wedding march" down the aisle. Follow- ing every detail of a regular big wedding the show was on. My bridesmaids stumbled down the aisles on their high heels, swinging their arms in wild abandon. The best man and the preacher appeared. Then in proper order the groom, a 200# athletic type, made his appearance. The flower girls were little boys dressed in their sister's best Sun- day clothes, ribbons and all. I've never seen two more humiliated young boys. One of them hesitated in the aisle and almost decided not to go through with it. One terse word from his mother sent him running down the aisle.

At last the wedding march signaled my entrance. Every- one's eyes turned toward me as a gracefully glided down the aisle in perfect rhythm with the music. Somehow I was able to muster the courage and skill to walk down that aisle in perfect imitation of a woman. What had been laughter turned to silence. One could have heard a pin drop. Whis- pered words of astonishment then began to be heard.

One remark gave me a cold chill....yet thrilled me be- yond words. It was, "Aw...that's no man...she's too beau- tiful". Another...."If that's a man in that dress, I'm a