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J.P.

went through the girl's washroom a almost every day. He was the son of the president, and a no good, shift- less individual. He had gone through 6 secretaries in as many months.

I thought that it was probably because they were in- efficient, and of course I was naively wrong.

J. P. liked me from the start and I was advanced to $150.00 per week.

The first two weeks were routine and Mr. Caldwell was well mannered and efficient. He really had very little to do, but he answered a lot of correspondence and so my job was steady.

One day he called me in and asked me to sit on the couch. He said that I was the best girl he had since he came with the firm. Then, as he sat next to me he be- gan to tell me that I was also one of the cutist secret- aries that he had seen. All the other VP's were envious. Soon his hands were around me and he kissed me hard on the lips. I was in a panic, it had happened so fast that all I could do was stare at him.

Suddenly his hands began roving and I became very frightened. I screamed and kicked and scratched

In

a moment he was on the floor in front of the couch in obvious pain, And, in another moment, I was out of a job.

Should I

It had all happened so fast. I hurried back to my apartment, tired, scared and shaken by my ordeal. A t least he didn't find out the truth about me, but I was out of a job. I cried a long time that night. go back to being a man again? This question ran thro- ugh my head hundreds of times that evening. I decided it would be safer that way, and I packed the feminine garments away for awhile.

I got a job as a waiter in a restaurant and one day spotted a girl that I felt I knew. She reminded me of Janet and when I got closer I realized that it was Janet. In a moment, we were sharing old experiences. She wasn't married and she lived in an apartment only 3

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