Transvestiu

case after him. I was ashamed. Needless to say, I

decided never to return to his classroom.

One evening about two weeks later, my door bell sounded. This time I was wearing an off-the-shoulder cotton dress, high heels, stockings and my red hair- do. Since I always answered my door... I do not care what people may think of or about me and sales- men or utility men or neighbors hold no fear for me. ...I saw no reason not to at this time. It was, as you perhaps have imagined, my teacher. I stood quietly for a moment and when he asked if he might come in and talk to me I permitted him to do so and invited him to sit down. After several minutes of small talk during which he complimented me on my appearance he told me that he was extremely sorry for his actions, that he had read since seeing me last about Transvestites. That he had mistakenly thought me a homosexual and that he wished to apol- ogize for his actions and bad manners. I accepted his apology and promised to return to his class as he requested.

A few weeks later he asked if he could come to my home again and I refused since I did not relish a reoccurence of the same sort of thing. In the weeks to follow he asked many times if he might see me or take me to a movie or some other type enter- tainment. I refused each time though I was most flattered. In the course of a conversation with a friend at work I mentioned this to her, relating the experience I had with him and how reluctant I was to see him, She advised me to accept his in- vitation, that perhaps he was genuinely sorry for his actions and that I would never really know unless I did see him. I took her advice and the next in- vitation I accepted. I dressed and made-up and was ready when he called, He complimented me on my appearance, took my arm and helped me into the car. He was, on that evening and every other, a perfect gentleman. I have always been grateful for my friends good counsel, for having had his company made me feel