Forethought Saved The Day

by Genevieve (43-W-1)

One afternoon in April I visited another city (sup- posedly on a business trip) and checked into a Motel where I shaved my face and body, showered, perfumed, made up my face, squeezed into feminine attire and went out to enjoy myself.

My costume was feminine and appropriate for the cool evening. I wore the necessary underthings to create a wasp waist and ample stuffing in my torsolette's C-cups to create a buxom image. I wore a white knit sweater-blouse. The skirt was black and white check cotton with full unpressed-pleat design held out in a swinging feminine fashion by a bouffant half-slip. High heel pumps and purse were of black patent. Jewelry was gold color. Wig was reddish-brown in a long style with bangs. To top it off and further create a feminine image I wore fashion glasses with non-prescription len- ses in them, seamless nylon hosiery, and a short card- iagan type knit jacket.

Even the most skeptical onlooker would not doubt I was a woman in her forties...perhaps thirties in dim light!

I spent about an hour window shopping in the down- town section of the city and walked about a mile or more between windows. I returned to my station wagon and drove out of the down-town area into a suburban part of the city. There I had my second of two exper- iences of being stopped by the police. This time, like the first, I was not stopped because I was "read" as be- ing a man in women's clothes...but because of unrelat- ed circumstances.

As I came over the crest of a long hill on an ex- pressway my headlights illuminated a sign which said. "Stop Ahead Drivers License Check Station" WOW! Was I ever shook up!

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