Transvestia

surprised to find out that I was a T.V. he was very sympathetic about it. I decided to tell him in case both my wife and I were killed in an air crash and all that remained to tell the tale would be my ex- tensive wardrobe (the extent of which my wife would be very pleased to confirm!) and my quite consider- able T.V. library, both of which could easily be misunderstood.

The most important event was that before I left London I came to the conclusion that my makeup tech- nique could very definitely be improved, but this was a problem. Going to an ordinary cosmetic counter in a drug store for help would, I knew, be useless, so I decided to go to the Max Factor salon in Bond Street say I was a professional impersonator and arrange an appointment. They were a little quizical but I man- aged to convince them, and arrange an appointment for the following week.

A week later I duly turned up and was ushered in where the expert started on me. Over the next half hour we tried various types of foundation, in- specting them under artificial and natural light and so on until he finally gave me a chart showing what makeup would suit me and how my lips and eyebrows should be shaped; the correct method of applying eye- shadow, mascara, eyeliner etc. I then went down- stairs, spent a couple of pounds (U.S $6) and asked how much the session was to my great pleasure I

was told that as I had bought some cosmetics, it was free. I could hardly believe my ears, but it

was true.

I returned to Hong Kong via America. These seven little words signified a turning point in Rosemary's life because until I met the girls in America, I was still very unsure of myself and more than a little ashamed of my peculiarity which my wife now calls "my hobby" the classic understate- ment of the year!

The first girl I met was appropriately enough