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pected you were going to recognize me then, you seem- ed a little confused but still did not say anything. It proved that my impersonation was better than I thought."

"Your face did seem familiar when I saw you yesterday", said Jim, "But for the life of me, I could not remember where I had seen you before, and since then I have been occupied with my own troubles and did not bother anymore. At the cottage I did wonder about the pantie girdle and the falsies, but you had forbidden me to ask questions so I presumed they belonged to your friend. Now that I think about it, you showed an extraordinary grasp of the problems of female impersonation when you were teaching me what to do. I should have guessed, I suppose. Of course I am assuming that you are really Peter Owens."

"Yes", Elaine replied, "You guess correctly, I am really Peter Owens. The pantie girdles and falsies belong to Elaine Barnett, actually I am wearing some similar now, but let me tell you my story." Jim be- gan to appreciate how lucky he had been in the past few months as Elaine told him about her life. She said, "I am exactly like you, a man who loves to wear feminine clothes, only I discovered my love when I was about five years old, not twenty five as you have done, and as I grew older, I found the desire to dress increased until when I was sixteen I decided the only thing to do was to try and earn my living as impersonator on the stage, but it was not quite so easy as I thought. It was terribly hard to get start- ed, all my friends thought I was insane and ridiculed me, my parents and family disowned me and I had many narrow escapes from trouble with the police through wearing feminine clothes on the street. The only relative to stand by me was the uncle who left me the cottage. He was fairly wealthy and paid my living expenses many times in the early days. When he bought the cottage as a holiday retreat he insisted I should go down and visit him as his niece as often as poss- ible and right up until he died I spent many happy