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Transvestia dressed before and it did give the poor guy quite a shock. He really didn't know how to treat me or what to call me. Jean lead the way and explained that John should get in the habit of calling me Diana, even when we were alone. Otherwise, he would forget at some particular moment and cause us all embarassment. The ice was broken and he really tried to keep the gender straight but did manage to call me the wrong name at the wrong time on a few occasions. By noon he had gotten used to seeing me in a dress and start- ed to enjoy himself. I knew that if I acted properly John would get used to me as I appeared. My deport- ment was that of a woman, at all times. Not once did John see anything that would shatter in any way his ideas of a lady and how she should act. Even though we were all living in such close quarters, I never once let him see me without a house dress or robe.

Eventually we had to stop for gas and I was a bit nervous. Jean looked at me and said, "You look wonderfull, don't worry one bit." John also told me not to worry. So we pulled in for gas and before the attendant could get to the truck, John got out and told him to fill the tank. I was thankfull in a way but knew that I would have to really mix with people or I never would have any confidence.

I drove for about ten hours and finally conclu- ded that John had better start doing a little learn- ing himself. I relinquished the wheel to him and prayed that he could handle it. He did very well and pretty soon I relaxed enough to enjoy riding. I have pulled a trailer about 130,000 miles and this was the first time I wasn't behind the wheel. It

seemed very strange. After about three hours, I took over again and told John to get in the back and get some sleep. We drove non-stop to San Antonio, So usually one of us was on the cot, in the camper. By now, I was looking forward to gas stops. My voice is not real deep to begin with, so it doesn't pose too much of a problem. I try and speak clearly,

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