I told her about the gifts that I had received, and in answer to her questions, started describing the new dresses. After a while Mother came down, and with a start I realized that I had been goss- iping with Sue like any woman, and that despite the anolmity of my position I had been discussing corsets, lingerie, and all sorts of feminine things without any sense of embarrassment or strangeness, and that even more surprisingly, neither Mother or Sue seemed to find anything queer about the situation.

About ten Mother suggested that we go to church; agreeing, I asked her what I should wear. She thought for a moment, then said, "Why I think your new black silk suit would be most appropriate."

Surprised, I questioned, "You think I should wear a dress Mother? Someone might recognize me."

At that she exclaimed, "Why I'd completely forgotten about you in men's clothing." And then she put me on the spot once and for all, by continuing, "I'm sure you wouldn't be recognized, but you do as you like." I felt that there was a malicious gleam in her eye as she said it, but her facial expression betrayed nothing.

There was nothing I could say to this, so I wandered upstairs and stood looking at myself as I thought over my predicament. Finally I said to myself, "If you like to dress as a woman as much as you pretend, and wish to continue it, you had better do the whole job--or else quit entirely. Now which shall it be?" As I finished saying that I raised my eyes to the mirror, and for the first time really saw myself for what I appeared--a handsome, graceful, and vivacious young woman--completely without tain of my old nondes- cript masculine self. My decision was made that instant, and slip- ping out of my house frock I put on the black silk suit, rearranged my hair, powdered my nose, and putting on my jewelry I went down- stairs. There I put on my new black hat, pinned it in place and arranged the veil, put on my gloves and taking my purse went in to tell Mother that it was time to go.

She gave me an approving glance as she rose, but said nothing about my decision, and soon we were on our way.

At church we met several of Mother's, and my, friends. Mother introduced me to them as her niece, "Davy", and not one of them questioned me or thought the name, one which my family used only in private, strange. After the service I fund myself entering into the general conversation on the church steps, and several times I

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