Transvestia

We finally started home on the third night. I had my hair fixed again, put on my plaid skirt, white blouse, and flats and drove for about five hours and then let John do some of the driving. I sat up front with him because I wasn't sleepy.

Before I go any farther, I would like to mention how John's attitude had been changing on this trip. At first, it had been quite difficult for him to think of me as a woman, but now, he was opening doors, for me, not expecting nor wanting me to do any manual labor. In fact, he was giving me the same masculine superior attitude that's reserved for women. I loved it! If any of you girls have experienced it, you know how wonderful I felt. Jean of course, treated me as a woman, and actually had difficulty calling me by my male name when occasionally I had to appear that way.

John drove until 5 A.M. and again I took over. About 11 A.M. the right rear tire blew on the trailer. Jean and I were very helpful, we got out a rug for John to lay on while changing the tire. The next evening, we decided to stop at some nice resturant instead of cooking our meal. I pulled into a large parking lot and Jean and I went into the trailer to clean up. The man of the household kept trying to hurry us along. He'd say, "Come on, will you girls please hurry." I thought we really were quite speedy, it only took us half an hour to get ready. John held the door of the resturant opened for us and we entered a nice dining room. Actually, it was now past the regular supper hour and only a few tables were occu- pied. There must have been some business meeting there because everybody at the tables were men. Of course, we were shown our table and had to pass the appraising eyes of all. What would their wives say if they knew how Jean and I were looked at! We had a very pleasant meal and reluctantly had to resume our journey. John went to bed and Jean and myself were in the truck discussing the wonderful trip. mentioned that it would be nice to stop and see

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