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I applied my make-up and selected a dress and a pair of heels. For a while I sat around the apart- ment debating with myself on what to do. I read for a bit, but the desire to be out in the world was too strong. Night time came and I decided to go to a movie. I checked myself in the mirror and knew that I could pass.'

Jimmy interrupted, "Knew you could pass or thought you could?" "You're right Jim," Tom replied, "I just thought I could. Now I realize that there is a great deal more to passing as a woman than just clothing and makeup, but last night neither you nor God Almight could have convinced me of this. Well anyway, I sneaked down the back stairway and out the side entrance to the alley. I walked to the main street and headed towards the Roxy Theater being as careful as possible not to attract too much attention. This was fine in my fairly dark neighborhood, but downtown under the bright lights I was scared. I guess it was my awkward walk and apparent nervous glances that caused me to be spotted by a group of teenage boys who started following me. The closer they got the worse I felt. I was only a short distance, about one block, from the Roxy when one of the boys yelled.

"Hey mister, your slip is showing."

I started to run but in high heels I found that it was about impossible. Soon the group of five boys surrounded me. I tried to continue but they blocked my path. Then the worst thing of all happened. I felt a pull at the back of my head and turned to see my wig in the hand of one of the boys. I tried to make a break but was knocked down by one of the boys who then started beating me. The others joined in quickly until the police came and arrested all of us. We were taken before the Desk Sergeant and here I am.

Jimmy looked at me and took a deep breath.

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