Transvestia

asked, "do you happen to have any kind of identification on you?"

In a femme voice that is all the more convincing in high pressure situations such as this I managed a very demure "No". But while I went on successfully answering his questions; giving my femme name, my actual date of birth, and my real address, my original "No" was quite ambiguous.

I had identification

and I didn't.... The fear of

leaving a large sum of money in my motel room had made me foolishly decide to bring along my male bill- fold in Pegie's purse; but this male identification would not have identified Pegie. And as my companion and I left the police station after the traffic fine had been taken care of I knew that as Pegie I would never, under and circumstances, carry my male billfold again.

Of course, some form of identification is imperative

-- some

for those femme dressers who drive while dressed even go to the lengths of obtaining a female driver's license. My own opinion is that driving while dressed is the sheerest sort of folly, absolutely stupid, no matter what kind of identification one carries. And my concern is not over being stopped for a safety check; a minor traffic violation; or any of the occasional reasons calling for the driver to present his driver's licence.

My concern is over an accident.

In today's traffic a car accident is an awesome, and very likely risk no femme dresser can even dream about taking; not even a drive around the block! It isn't just the matter of having a female driver's license which might see you through minor traffic situations or acci- dents; it is the chance of having to present insurance policy details; and further, of course, the chance of being hospitalized. Where would the deception of the masquerade end? And once involved in one deception suspicion can only mount.

But let's assume one keeps his en femme activities confined to walking, riding cabs or other public convey- ances, or even more cautiously, to remaining on the hote!