Transvestia

people to learn of your world and its kind. We thank you.”

With that parting remark, Powder Puff Number One froze me again, and I began my descent through the lightshaft. I felt more secure this time feeling that somehow Powder Puff science had overcome such simple problems as power failures.

When I re-entered Gary's car the "Russian satellite" was gone. With some trepidation I tried the starter, but the Americans came through at last and the thing started.

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So, Dear Diary, that has been my evening. I know that it sounds as though I were drunk, but I've been the perfect temperate lady, if failing to be the perfect lady physically. I keep thinking of all those little Powder Puffs in school trying to fathom the reproductive habits of those strange distant Earth people.

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Editors note: Our typographer got real gung ho and was so anxious to get going on the following story that he forgot to leave space for the title, so it had to be put down here.

Hope you enjoy it anyway.

First Timer

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Janet 5-L-16 (FPE)