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graphers studio. I called Mr. P. and arranged a session in his basement studio: bringing along all of Adelaide's things, including my new leotards..

Mr. and Mrs. P. were young, the parents of three small children, and, as I soon appreciated to be the case with most photographers imaginative. In fact, Mr. P.'s hobby was "fast draw, the whole bit, special hol- sters, wax bullets, timed-targets, club membership, contests, etc., almost as "kookie" as femme dressing...

We were quickly through with the photographs of Mr. Vigar. During the session I sounded Mr. F. out; would he also consider some shots of me "in a costume, and that was just the way I phrased it.

"Oh, sure, he answered, "I can shoot anything, Noting his hobby the answer took on more than casual significance, but I hurried out to my car and came tram- ping back in with the wig-box and suitcase. We used his dark-room for dressing quarters, with Mr. P. looking on as he went about developing the photos of my nale counter-part.

I had mentioned that I was in the music business so I imagine Mr. P. assumed the "costume" would be some- thing on this order we didn't discuss it, I merely set about with the make-up. I had shaved, of course, So I began with the foundation base; then to outlining the eyebrows; then the eyes no reaction yet from Mr. P.

who was still involved with his film tank and things. At this point I suppose I looked more like a clown than any- thing else, Then the lipstick.. . .

It was at this point that Mr. P.'s nonchalant manner changed somewhat. And soon, he left the dark-room. Thereupon I hurried desperately and was completely en femme when he came back downstairs.

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He did not seem too startled seeing the whole effect of my "costume." His wife came downstairs and helped things considerably by saying, "N-i-c-e, v-e-r-y n- 1- i - And in only seconds I was explaining how I got started masquerading as a girl at parties and now wanted to try my hand professionally, and so forth. The photo session