nice comments, which I'll always treasure, as well as giving me the joy of walking in skirt and heels.
"Frieda, you really must have been a woman in an earlier reincarnation."
"Frieda, I wish I had your legs and hips. It isn't fair to waste them on a man.'
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"Frieda, you handle those spiky heels as naturally as though you had worn them all your life. It's just amazing.” Of course, I had worn them in secret since my youth, but I just attributed it to the practice gained at the Men's Club show.
I carefully refrained from feminine gestures because I certainly didn't want to end up with a reputation for effeminacy. I've always been masculine and athletic, and had nothing but disrespect for the effeminate male. But that didn't stop me from smoothing out my skirt under me as I sat down, or pulling it forward then in a casually half-hearted attempt to cover my knees.
Finally, the last game had been played, and the girls were getting up to go. Then I had another idea. "Girls, let me get a picture of you all with Mary's new color Polaroid I gave her for Christmas." They all agreed, but as I had forseen, insisted that Mary take a couple of shots of the group with me included. Then Carol, who had been particularly intrigued with my appearance from the outset, and in fact ever since the "Bathing Beauty Contest", said, "Oh, Mary, take a few pictures of Frieda alone." Several others joined the request, so soon we had a nice collection of me sitting down with legs crossed and the lacy hem of my slip visible behind them, me standing with skirt pulled up to the stocking hem in a "cheesecake" shot, me standing in a model's pose, one leg ahead of the other, toes pointed out, with furs, hat, bag, and gloves, etc.
When they had all left, Mary flopped down in a chair and said, "Darling, that was quite a performance. You really seemed to be enjoying yourself."
"Well it was fun to surprise the girls. I guess I'm just a ham at heart. If being a woman were just bridge with attractive ladies who were good company, I might almost be able to put up with the
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