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Bob Stevens ... Girl Reporter

BY BARBARA

Joining the staff of Transvestia had been quite a thrill for me, an active TV. I loved reading the little notes from the 'girls' around the country, and taking an active part in what I felt to be a worthwhile cause. I had even aquised, when Virginia had insisted that I change into full female attire when I arrived at work each day...even to old fashioned corset and four inch heels. After all, her logic was irrefutable. "What would people think," she said, "if they walked into the offices of Transvestia and saw a man all dressed up like a man?" However, this last brain storm of hers had been almost too much.

"I won't do it, Charlie...er Virginia," I stuttered. "I have been out in public as a woman a few times, but I'm not good enough at impersonating to interview a famous man while I'm wear- ing a dress. I'll never get away with it!"

"Yes you will, Barbara," insisted Virginia, "and besides, this is more than just an interview. The old man has asked us to call on him on a business matter. Now how would it look for a rep- resentative of "The Magazine of Femininity" to show up in an Ivy League suit?"

"No.

First assignment or not, I won't go."

"Yes you will, my girl. You either go interview him or you can turn in your wig and falsies and go out into the cruel world of men again."

With a threat like that what could I do? I went on the inter- view.Virginia had arranged for John, one of her TV friends who pilots his own plane, to fly me. So the next morning, wearing a blue knit dress, white pumps and hat, and a yellow streak down my back, I arrived at the airport.

In no time, we were airborne, and John proved to be a very good pilot. In fact, he proved it by flying down Hollywood Boule- vard at an altitude of ten foot. She wanted to show me a darling negligee in one of the windows. In about four hours, we arrived