Transvestia

woman a permanent, but she said she could take me right away. While I was under the dryer, several girls came in the shop and none gave me more than a second glance. But when she was combing out my hair a girl came in to make an appointment and stood watching her work on me. Finally the girl said, "I'd like you to fix my hair just like you're doing her's. I was in seventh heaven! She not only accepted me as a girl despite my lack of a bust and no make-up, but she actually wanted her hair to look like mine. I normally wear my hair fairly long, but it hadn't been cut for seven weeks when I had it done.

The following night in New Orleans I went (alone) to a club featuring female impersonations. I thought perhaps I could meet some of them and talk with them. but no one paid any attention to me. Finally, when I had to leave, I asked my waiter (who was very gay and had an extremely bouffant hair-do) if there was any place I could go dressed up. He looked at me with a sort of funny expression and replied, "Aren't you a girl?" That was why everyone ignored me. And here is the strange part, I was wearing boys slacks, boy's sweater and no make-up. hair-do.

my white blouse, a I gues it was just my

Lest you think I am one of those very fortunate small boned tiny girls, let me add that for most of my adult life I've weighed about 165. My nose is too big, my shoulders too braod, and I'm 5'9". On the other hand, even though my hair is long, my nails as long and per- fectly shaped as most girls, and my brows rather finely plucked, no one has ever approached me or hinted at anything unusual. I have decided that people are not very observant and if you go about your business with assurance you can get away with practically anything under almost any circumstances.

One of my highlights for this year occurred only two weeks ago when I told my Mother about myself. I in- troduced the subject by saying that I had something I wanted to show her. I went into the bedroom and re- turned with my new pale green nylon robe. She just smiled and quietly said, "You never got over it did you?" I explained that I never had and never would, but that

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