was, of course, 'appropriately' angry when I saw the goof on the Pro- grams.

Except for the first few minutes of the first act when I wore male clothing, I appeared as a girl for the rest of the play-even in the closing minutes when I was 'discovered' as a boy by having to lose my wig. I wore three different ensembles during the play and each one gave me a separate thrill. And that wig-it was long, dark brown and wavy-I loved every minute I was wearing it. Rehearsals were finally over and we were ready for the matinee. I was pretty nervous the first time I appeared in a dress, but I soon calmed down and the matinee was a success. The evening performance went very well, too, and I became more confident of my appearance as the evening progressed. Later, several adults told me they thought a real girl had been substituted until my wig came off in the last act.

There was to be a school party following the play, and after the cur- tain calls, my girl friend asked me if I were going to change clothes be- fore going to the party. I hesitated a moment, then asked her if she minded if I went dressed as I was. She said she didn't, so away we went. Some of the Senior boys started giving me a bad time, but I told them I was staying in costume as advertising for the play-which we were to put on in a neighboring, larger town in an effort to raise more money.

The next night's performance was such a success that we were "held over" for two more nights. So, I enjoyed two more nights of dressing and wearing that lovely wig. Cinderella finally had to turn back into a pump- kin—I mean boy and take up life again as a male. For months, though, I had only to close my eyes and I could feel that long, lovely hair brush- my cheeks and neck.

To back track just a little, before the play opened, I had one thrill that caused a lot of laughter and quite some embarrassment. The day before the play was to open, the school had decided- -as a publicity stunt —to have a "legs" contest, since the play was about a beauty contest. The contest was open to all high school girls. Miss K- thought it would be fun if I secretly entered the contest. Just before it started, I slipped out, put on my stockings and heels, rolled up my pants legs and got in line with the girls. The stage curtain was raised to knee height and the judg- ing began. The judges were a member of the School Board, the Post- master and the mother of my GG. The legs were eliminated until the three finalists remained. I was amazed that I was still in the contest. A senior girl won first place, I took second and my girl friend took third. The curtain was raised and the highly embarrassed judges could only join in the laughter that rocked the auditorium when they saw me with the two girls!

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