Transvestia That reminds me, Going to the phone, I called room service and ordered glasses, ice cubes and soda for the Canadian Club I'd brought along. I hoped Larry would like it.

Soon there was a knock on the door and when I asked who it was, he answered, "It's Larry".

"Do come in", I said and extended my left hand in greeting.

His face was a sight to behold as various emotions swept over it. At first, startled, incredulous and un- certain. These gave way to interest, excitement and approval ( Thank goodness!).

"Uh

Kay?"

"Yes dear, I'm Kay, and don't stand there like a ninny, come on in! "

With that, he grinned a little, came in, dropped his coat on the bed and we started to talk. Soon we were like old friends. He mixed the drinks for both of us and we toasted our good fortune in meeting and the prospect of a lovely evening. He complimented my appearance, marvelled at my courage in travelling in femme dress and with some hesitation, wondered whether I'd tell him more about me because, he said, psycholo- gists were still pretty much in the dark about us.

"What do you mean us?" I asked, as he glanced toward the foot of the bed. Then, for the first time I noticed a small case which he had apparently brought with him.

I feigned surprise and my hand flew to my breast.

"You mean that you

and I

both?"

His face reddened a little and he dropped his glance, but he quickly found his courage and said, "yes, I think I'm an FP too, but I haven't had -your courage or experi- ence. Would you help me?"