it used to be, would you want to marry a girl?"

"I'm sorry,

"

"Yes, yes, Charlene said, Then she began to cry. she sobbed. I can't help being a boy. It's not my fault. You don't have to pick on me be- cause I'm not a girl. I'm just a transvestite, I just like to dress like this. I'm sorry if it makes you an- gry.

"Angry?" the young man shouted.

"Angry!

Honey,

I'm so tickled I could yell. I think I will. Whoopee! Whoopee!"

After he had quieted down a few moments later he said, "My name is Joe. What's yours?"

"Charlene", she answered from the habit of more than two years' thinking.

While she watched him in great puzzlement he took her hands and pulled her to a standing position.

"Charlene, " he repeated. A pretty name for a pretty girl. I've got a surprise for you. You're a boy who wanted to be a girl. Well, I'm a girl who wanted to be a boy!"

Charlene's incredulity was easily seen in the ex- pression on her face. Seeing this, Joe took her hands and quickly and simply proved what he had told her. It was true! When Joe kissed her, she threw her arms around his neck and returned his kiss passionately, pressing herself against him.

"Oh, what a wonderful thing has happened!" Joe said. "How did you manage to live through all this?"

They sat down on the steps again and Charlene told her story. Joe then told his:

"I was born Josephine Randolph. My parents owned a big plantation in Florida. I always wanted to be a boy and when I was little I used to put on shirt and jeans and roam all over our property. We had some hills on the place, and I found some caves in them.

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