were to accompany us for this evening. The odd thing is that I can't recall their costume or any ones costume except my own. They seemed not to notice my dress as anything but a costume for Halloween. No deroga- tory remarkes were made and they treated me with the same friendlyness as always. My wife could not have treated me better. She told me when I was taking too long of steps, when I was swinging my arms too much she cautioned me, and was constantly telling me not to slouch but to stand up straight. All in all, with her aid, I believe I acted quite feminine.

Bill drove us first to my parents home and we all walked to the door. My mother answered our knock, but she didn't at first recognise me. She thought I was some girlfriend of Vivian's. After about 2 min- utes Vivian asked, "Don't you really know who this is?" and then mother realized that the girlfriend she saw was in fact her son. Both my father and mother thought I looked alright dressed as a woman for Halloween and not much more was said of my masquarade. The same was repeated at my wifes parents home and also at the homes of a few close friends. This outing was supposed to be for the enjoyment of our your sons, but I must admit that I enjoyed it most of all. The tautly gar- ted stockings, the slight pull of my bra, the new feel- ing of height in my high heels and the lightness of my dress was giving me a very feminine feeling.

Our last stop was at a friends home that my wife and I had known for years. Neither of them recogniz- ed me and would not believe that I was not a real girl. I myself told them who I was and thought that they would surly know my voice, but to them I talked and acted to much like a girl and they wouldn't have it otherwise. This really happened and we left, never convincing them of who I really was.

From here we went home and this is where my memory fails me because I do not remember if I chang- ed back to my male clothes or remained in my dress for the rest of the evening. On this point my mind is a complete blank. Even though I really enjoyed my- self I never again gave more than a passing thought to this night of femme-personating, and it was nearly

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