there was a box there on the bed I had never seen be- fore. I quickly dressed and Carol opened the box and handed me a lovely brown wig, almost the color of my own hair.

She explained that it would look better than my short hair. I applied makeup and then went to the living room. For the first time in many weeks I felt relaxed and happy. I was flushed with excitement and Carol noticed it. I asked that we go out as I couldn't wait to hear my heels tapping on the pavement nor the feel of my skirt brushing my legs. We returned to the apartment at dinner time and prepared dinner. When we had done the dishes I was thinking of ways to prolong this day when the door bell rang. Carol open- ed it and there was Bill. He was very surprised to see my there dressed as I was and asked what it was all about. Carol, bless her, explained that it was her idea, and after fixing drinks for us, she explained to Bill that I seemed so happy when dressed as a girl and seemed to be a different person. Bill agreed that I did look good and laughingly observed that I didn't seem to get into trouble when I was Janet, as I did when I was Johnny.

We three discussed the situation further and Bill carefully questioned me as to my desires and apparent happiness when dressed in feminine clothing. It was decided that I might move back with Carol for a while. Bill also made it clear that although I looked like a girl, to all the world, I was still a male and that if he found any indication of my forgetting it he would have nothing further to do with me, nor could I con- tinue to live with Carol. I was worried, because since I started wearing female attire I hadn't thought like a boy, but rather like a girl. I thought of my date with Larry and the kiss, and I began to wonder about myself and I had plenty of time to think about it. One night while Carol and I were watching tele- vision, she brought the brush and comb out, as the next day was her morning at the beauty parlor. I, as usual, brushed her hair, and then playing around with it created a new hair-do. She was amazed and com- plimented me on my creative ability. We discussed it for a while and I admitted I liked working like that and wondered out loud if I could make a good beauty operator. The next day Carol, after discussing it with Bill, told me I could go to beauty school if I wished

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