Transvestia

Though traffic regulations ruled out my parking in front of the W. Studio, there was a good access alley parking lot where I could feel reasonably comfortable that my cache of femme things wouldn't be stolen, nor my car molested while I was in the studio involved with the session. Mr. W. himself proved to be a likeable, quite objective person; completely blase at seeing the person in the photograph I'd sent him appear in the studio

as a man.

The session was tentatively scheduled.

When at last I had some free time on a Saturday, and a cover-story for driving downtown, I dropped in on Mr. W. and he said we could go right to work. He had a dressing room and I had all the time I wanted to get into my masquerade. It was understood that I had worked professionally; this was how much confidence I now man- aged to project after all this time.

Needless to say the session went off beautifully; Mr. W. had professional background scenes; he put me through the paces of doing some of my jokes; we laughed and kid- ded; with him poised and ready snapping shots at the

correct moment.

The photographs were unbelievably gorgeous.

Thinking back to my original sessions with Mr. P. I know that at that time it would have been impossible to approach Mr. W. I realize, too, that Mr. H. was an im- portant step in the process of finally discovering a real professional photographer capable of working with a fe- male impersonator; and one that I felt capable of working with.

Each of us must undoubtedly explore our own methods of approaching problems as difficult as that of obtaining professional photographs. Perhaps some can confidently walk into a strange studio; and simply explain they are a female impersonator and want some publicity shots taken. Perhaps I could, ... now. Just perhaps.

But for those who are more or less timid like myself I hope my experiences can be helpful and inspiring.