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have known me if I hadn't spoken. After they had en- tered and seated themselves in the living room, I asked my sister-in-law if she would like a cup of coffee. She said yes, so I finished brewing it and we two ladies had coffee, cookies, and a short chat together. I had decided that since I had been seen dressed as I was, I would not excuse myself and change. I was not ashamed of my appearance, but proud that they thought I looked so good

as a woman.

In a short time Viv arrived back home and she also acted as though it was the most natural thing in the world for me to be dressed. We had discussed the possibility of my being "caught" this way many times before and had agreed that it would be passed off as "just practising" for a play. So it was that the next three hours passed much too quickly. Our guests for the day left for home knowing only that I was with a group of "impersonators" that enjoy putting on plays in which the women's parts are played by men. We know that all of our family will soon hear about this, but feel secure in the knowledge that we showed no ashameness and may have opened the door to understanding just a little bit further.

WHEN I WAS YOUNG by PHYLLIS 22-A-1

When I was a youngster, I had long pretty curls And I wore pretty dresses like all little girls. With ruffles and ribbons and long dainty hose A lovely young thing from my head to my toes.

So happy and thrilled were both Mother and I And how quickly in shopping the time would pass by.

But there was a secret only she and I knew

You see, I was last in all, in an all boy crew!

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