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never do such a horrible thing again. I actually kept my promise-----until the next opportunity! When the dreadfull day finally caught up to me, I felt terrible, I had outgrown her things and I thought my world had collapsed, but I thought a bit, and de- toured into my aunt's room. Her things were much too large for me but I suffered through it and wore them anyways.

I had, by this time, reached my twelth year and I realized that what I was doing, wasn't meant for red blooded American boys, but I just couldn't stop. True, I would swear off and actually stay away from dressing for a few months but then suddenly I'd find myself back in a skirt. I already had the urge to appear in public and planned on just how this could be done. I took a blue print, jersey dress, a bra', girdle and a pair of stockings with only eight or nine runs in them, out of the Goodwill bag. I fig- ured that Halloween would be a perfect night to try out my outfit. Oh, how I planned and looked forward to that night. At least a month before the big night I started talking it up to my friends. "Gee fellas, what are we going to do on Halloween?" they didn't! I suggested that it would be fun to get dressed up and just soap windows. This way, no one would recognize us. They went for the idea. I sug- gested that we surprise each other and not reveal what we would wear until we met Halloween night, they agreed. With a pounding heart and skipping feet, I floated home and dreamed of things to come,

I knew but

The wonderful night finally came and I was really ready for it! I had borrowed my Mother's lipstick, put it in my pocket, and to all outward appearence, I looked my normal self. I gave assurance to my mother that I wouldn't cause any damage or get into trouble. I dashed out of the house and met my friends on the corner. They took one look at me and started to rage. You were the big mouth who talked everyone into wearing a costume and her you are the only one not dressed for the occasion. I assured them that I

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