of the other personality. Not once during the two weeks did any of them ever refer to me by my brother's name, thus doing a much better job than most adults. I was "she" and "her" to them from then on. They went with me everywhere, and their very presence turned out to be a rein- forcing element of realism when strangers were around . . . Loud shouts in the store: "Susanna, can we get some chewing gum" and so forth. Later on I found out that their mother was just flabbergasted at their enthus- iastic praise of Susanna. She couldn't believe that this—to her weird character could have taken her kids by storm.

After the first week-another first experience! Their mother and her husband (who knew absolutely nothing of Susanna) came over for the weekend. She was petrified wondering what her husband's reaction would be. I ran to meet him: "My name is Susanna-you must be John." He smiled. His reaction? "Live and let live". If you feel that way—who's going to stop you?-Enjoy Life! So, my friends... that's the story. There's nobody now left in this rather large family . . . about 25 or 30 relatives... who has not met Susanna. The kids and their two teenage brothers (both college students) have found a new friend and they get a big thrill every time we go out together and Susanne "passes" in front of the public. Another interesting reaction from the kids has been meeting other TV's. And beware, my friends! They are critical! The very first day they met their second TV I asked them what they thought of her. Their answer: "She's all right, but you can see the hair on her chest!" Or: “Linda is nice but Zarina is horrible." Once again my theory has been reinforced: if you want to dress in front of non-TVs, FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE look your best, your most feminine . . . and shave those legs and hands and arms .. and clip the hair inside your nostrils and inside your ears. When other people are willing to accept you as a girl, don't shock and confuse them by not being one. The in-between picture is DISGUSTING. And if you feel you can't afford to sacrifice your hair . . . then stay alone, don't inflict your "man-in-skirts" appearance on other people. Even children are sensitive to incongruity. I told them: "Susanna is a girl" and by golly, they expect her to BE one!

One of my teenage relatives, during the first week of our vacation, brought one of his teenage pals for a short visit to Casa Susanna. I was introduced as "aunt" Susanna, and that was that. Unfortunately, that afternoon a TV friend showed up. He arrived fully dressed and pro- ceeded to greet me in front of both teenagers. His cave-man voice shattered the scene, and that night I got the bad news: "Susanna, I'm afraid your friend blew your cover." The boy had put two and two together and openly asked if Susanna was for real. All my patient effort to achieve a passable image had gone down the drain in one miserable instant. Susanna's im- perfections had barely been noticed by the sharp eyes of the teenager,