and is about to go out fully dressed for the first time in his life. He is at present living in a furnished room away from home.

"I drew the curtains and then got out of the clothes I was wearing at comically high speed. When they lay on the floor I despised them. They kept me male. I kicked them all under the bed and out of sight. I burst open the parcels and got the things I needed. New things were heaven. I was very careful not to catch the new stockings with my fingernails. I ran my hands over the stockings to feel the sheerness, and told myself that not every girl had such long legs as I had. I was ready to put on my high heeled shoes. They were tight. I wished that I had a shoe horn. But them my foot was in. It was firmly held. I put on the second shoe. The fronts of my feet looked just as I had wanted them to look. Mine were women's feet in high heeled shoes.

I stood up and walked. The tip-toe feelings made me light and feminine. The consciousness of my feet and legs delighted me. I moved with a step instead of a tread. It was a wonderful sensation."

A few paragraphs later, night-time comes. Here's Roy again: I would be able to pass for a girl. I had no doubt that I could do it. The difficulty would be in overcoming the nervousness. Setting out would be like walking on a narrow plank over an abyss. Yet other people had walked over the abyss on high-heeled shoes. I could do it .. The nightdress produced a feeling that was stillness, its femininity was my femininity. I was real . . . It was beautiful to be gently alive and conscious of myself. The door was locked and I was safe. I had become the center, still and alone. The nightdress was the truth about me... The nightdress was correct. .. It was my nightdress. I had chosen it."

Well, the above is just a sample. It is hard to think that the author could be anything else but a TV. Somehow I doubt that a non-TV could possibly express that certain feeling that is basic to

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