Transvestia

How many could she remember from the graduating classes of three years ago? Five years ago? Last year?

Something jarred her consciousness then as she picked up one particular folder; this one she would not have much trouble remembering. Two years ago, the hospital had enlarged their training program to admit male applicants. There had been none the

first year, but this year...

She looked at the attached photo interestedly, then read the boring resume of facts. A few things were unusual: schooling by private tutor until high school; good grades although not necessarily out- standing; only child of a widow. The last item might explain the choice of a career she thought abstractly, remembering some psychology.

She folded

the sheet inside the folder, then reopened it to look at the photograph as a perfectly indecent thought crossed her mind.

She chided herself.

Such a thing was unthinkable and she resolved to police her thoughts in the future to prevent such things entering her mind. After all, she had a position and a reputation to maintain.

She put the folder aside and went on working. Oddly enough, she found herself looking at it several times during the long afternoon. Indeed, she had been intrigued by something, and despite her efforts, her mind perversely would not let go of it.

"'You

When she went home that evening, she mentioned it to the woman who shared her apartment. really must see him! He's so--well, I really don't know how to describe him, actually."

"I think you're projecting." was her roommate's reply. "You have some notion about male nurses and right away you pick an obvious conclusion."

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