Transvestia

enjoyed swimming in that lake "a la femme". What to do about the wig? Just go behind some bushes, take off the wig and put on your bathing cap. Leave the wig in- side your beach bag. Swimming does NOT mess up your make up as long as you do not attempt to dry your face with a towel....just let the sun do the drying...then add a bit of face powder and you are all set. It is also convenient to have for such ocassions an extra set of falsies and an extra set of hip pads...when you come out of the water you won't be able to wear them until next day. Daphne from Canada was a bit more prac- tical...she just let her brother do the swimming. One word of warning: a girl's bathing suit leaves a tell- tale marking on your chest and shoulders. As you tan, the skin under the straps stays white. It's quite a tattoo for at least a couple of months. (Solution to this is to cover yourself beforehand with a good sun screen like "Sea & Ski" or "Tartan". I did this in Hawaii with no marks at all. Virginia)

Susanna's dancing lessons are progressing. So far the teacher has been working mostly on posture and re- laxation...he has promised me that my neck will be at least half an inch longer and THINNER as a result of the exercises I'm doing. Back of the neck and between the shoulder blades he has found a vicious area of ten- sion...which must be dissolved....The hip joints and the shoulder joints were equally stiff and locked.... they must be loosened. He attributes part of this ten- sion to my transvestism. He points out that the simple fact that when one is compelled to hide an important part of one's personality the result has to be tension. A couple of amusing incidents have taken place during these lessons. When my brother arrives at the studio, he only lets me wear a full skirted dress, long opera hose and dancing pumps. No wig, no makeup, since he has to dash to work right after the dance lessons. It is a huge studio which I have all to myself. One morning the teacher had me lying on the floor, flat on my back while he was kneeling astride of my legs bending over me and working with his hands straightening my spine. Suddenly a side door opened and a telephone repairman walked in on his way to the roof....you should have seen his face when he took in the scene on the floor.