Transvestia light, busy street and John heading towards me. I had the green light with me. Hurrying across the street, I took John's arm and we walked to the truck. Jean gave me a knowing smile and said, "Just one of the tribulations of being a pretty woman.

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We decided to drive to Eagle Pass, stay at a trailer park that I knew would be open late at night and get our Mexican insurance in the morning. Then we could cross into Mexico. The distance from San Antonio to Eagle Pass is about 150 miles and the roads are just beautiful. We had no reason to hurry and really enjoyed the beautiful night drive. We arrived at Eagle Pass about 11 P.M., found the park, unhooked, and went to bed. The next morning, we got up and dressed. I was still in feminine clothing and planned on changing after we pulled out from the park but before we crossed into Mexico. I drove to the insurance office and told my friends what to buy and if anything had to be signed by me, to bring it out to the truck. About five minutes later they came out with the policy.

Various other matters took up the rest of the day so that about 5 P.M. we decided to eat supper and then cross into Mexico that night. I didn't relish the crossing because I would have to change into male clothing again. After five days in skirts, this was a revolting thought. Jean said that I could wear my golf hat after she pinned my hair up, wear my jacket over my blouse and just replace slacks for my skirt. Of course I had to take off my ear- rings and makeup but I still was in complete woman's attire (feminine slacks). I always wear woman's loafers. So we crossed the bridge, got our tourist permits and were on our way within an hour. ble at all. I wanted to put my skirt right back on but I knew that we would have to stop for a check point, fourteen miles from the border. After leaving the check point, I stopped, got out of the truck, took off my slacks, put on my skirt, took off my golf hat, got back in and we were on our way. Jean combed

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