Transvestia However, she didn't forbid; just said "be natural" and wished me good luck. I'm glad she did.

So there I went, with butterflies the size of eagles doing the Cha-Cha-Cha in my stomach. All too soon it was too late. There I was exiting from Margie's car, complete with appropriate driver's license, in the down- town theater district of our 190,000 soul metropolis. But where were they, these comfortable crowds to get lost in? Alas, it was after 9-PM on a Thursday night.

Now what could be more opportune for inducing panic when a newly emancipated TV contacts Mother Earth with her spike heeled pumps, than being asked directions by two enterprising and slightly tipsy gentlemen, when she knows darn well they'd have to be really blind to need those directions? Well, that's exactly what happened. At this point, if my luck held, I'd be calling my lawyer and a bondsman within a half hour. Fortunately, it didn't. Somehow they got their unnecessary directions and the impression that I was a lady, alone or not, and that directions was going to be the limit. Thank Heaven!

For some time I just walked and window shopped, trying to get accustomed to being out and "on display" as it were, inwardly enjoying the appraisals, good or bad, we'll never know. A half hour of this madness should have been enough the first time out, but as the eagles diminished to their normal butterfly size, confi- dence must have made up the difference because...for her next feat of devil-may-care, Cathy walked into the most posh restaurant around and calmly parked herself in a room half filled with singles and couples of the after theater crowd and ordered. What collosal nerve-a man expressing his femininity through Femme-Personation, and before all those blissfully unsuspecting (I hoped) people. Was anyone irritated or offended? Definitely not! In fact, a rather nice looking gentlemen in a booth some 15 feet away was making my ears burn, and there- fore caused me to press the "Panic Button". My ego really isn't so big, but my caution is. After a quick lipstick repair and paying the check--exit Cathy. Just as a side observation, it seems a quite unusual feeling to be appreciated and contemplated AS a Femme rather than to appreciate and to comtemplate. And so home I