"Well humans are humans-no matter what they wear. I've learned that this last year. And seeing myself in the mirror—and more just be- ing in this aura of good feeling-being so like a girl is a trip. A real trip beats LSD. I feel so . . . so... I don't know, Zelda."

"The way a girl should feel, Pauly . . . if she feels pretty. It would be funny if you felt any other way."

"But I'm not changing into a girl. That's too trippy," he replied very pointedly.

"Why not? It's a trip so enjoy it. Oh Pauly, do be a girl for now!"

My kiss on his cheek at that moment must have been persuasive; he allowed me to brush his long eyelashes a lustrous black, outline his eyes in a faintly Oriental slant.

"You see dear-you'll have to be a girl while you're with me here. Can't have the neighbors seeing even a shadow of a man on the shades at night. And daytimes . . . laundryman, plumber, delivery boy will come. And if they see anything but a girl living with me-oh my the scandal!"

"The original up-tight neighborhood, eh? Well . . . maybe I can play their game," he agreed reluctantly.

That deserved another cheek-kiss. I felt I could get down to business.

"Well what's your plan, Paul . . . oh couldn't I call you Pauline? . . . you can't live here forever."

"No, I like Paulette" (already deciding he'd be his own woman!). "Well I've got to reorient myself. I've already freed myself of lots of up- tightnesses. I couldn't have entered this girl thing so easily if I hadn't. But I've got to find my own place, doing my own thing—whatever it is. Besides I must eat. I came home to find my parents wouldn't accept me, but I like this home town so I've got to figure out something.

Thinking about the whole problem, I arose to get Paulette a blanket and nightie plus a multi-flowered sleeping bonnet to hold her hairdo. A second thought and I picked up a bra, with nearly full foam-rubber in- serts. It was one I'd worn as a precociously ambitioned adolescent. I'm full high-figured now and in my dresses he would need the same endow-

ments.