The number of shopping trips, beauty parlor man- icures and sleeping overnight at the Y. W.C.A. were many. So numerous that I will have to write about them at another time.

I do want to write about my arrest in February 1956. While touching up my makeup in a local de- partment store one Wednesday evening, several young girls whose ages ranged from 8 to 13 walked by. I saw them in the mirror. They looked at me, whispered to each other "It's a man". This shocked me! Never before was my identity ever questioned. Thinking that these girls would just forget about it I politely walked away, minding my own business and consider- ing myself fortunate. After stopping at several coun- ters on my way out of the store I got into my car and headed for home.

The next evening I went downtown for a stroll. I went into the lobby of one of the larger hotels. After window shopping the lobby shops I was confronted by two plain clothes vice squad detectives who said they knew who I was and arrested me.

The facts leading up to the arrest as told to me by the detective bureau were that the girls that saw me in the department store the evening before follow- ed me to my car and reported my license number and description to the police. An alert was called at all of the hotels to be on the lookout for me.

I am still confused as to how these young girls came to the conclusion that I was a male. I had no guilt feelings of wearing female attire. I thought my mannerisms were feminine and in good taste. However they probably noticed my physical features were out of proportion. Large hands and feet. One of the de- tectives said that if it were not for my large hands and feet I would never be doubted as being anything but a woman.

The interrogation that followed the arrest together with the fun-making the police department made of me were aggravating and unfair. However, the judge was very considerate to my case. He said that he would

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