A peculiar, undefinable sensation came over Terry. He groped through his analytical mind for an explanation, but all he could think was "I feel pleasure wearing this feminine stuff."

It was a beautiful morning three days later and Anastasia felt at peace with the world. Mary's "cousin," "Veronica" was taking a few practice swings and she had a comical habit of amusing the onlookers at the first tee and strangers in the foursome by swinging the driver in such an ungainly way that she almost fell down. The bystanders would think to themselves, "That swing could not hit a bear on the back-side with a snow shovel."

“Anastasia,” cooed Mary, “Veronica is really a good golfer and I'll bet you a hundred dollars she beats you." Anastasia slavered at the mouth at her good fortune and accepted the bet. Driving off first, she hit a beauty, 190 yards in the middle of the fairway. Veronica trying to look delicate and feminine, dropped the awkward swing but was sud- denly filled with panic. Swishing over to Mary she said, “Am I really getting away with it?" Upon being reassured, she teed off but topped the ball through nervousness. Anatasia looked gleeful and confident. She won the hole easily with a bogie five to her opponent's seven. Veronica, by now, became aware of the fact that she was "getting away with it."

On the next tee, Veronica touched her ball with the club and it rolled off the wooden tee. "That is one stroke," said Anastasia in her usual cat and mouse manner.

"You are mistaken,” replied Veronica quietly. “Look in your rule book and you'll find there is no penalty."

Playing against a disguised man who was the best player in town and knew all the rules, Anastasia had no chance. The match ended on the 13th hole with Veronica 6 up and only 5 holes to play.

Back in her apartment, Mary was delirious. "Brother dear, you have given me the satisfaction of humbling that crumb." "Anastasia really looked baffled and crest-fallen for the first time in her life." Terry, however, was frowning at himself in the looking-glass. He saw a re- flection of a good looking girl that could get whistles on the street. The flounced yellow skirt enhanced his hips. The dark, lacy blouse made the shoulders look narrow. The brown hair from his wig tumbled down to his shoulders. The red lipstick had been expertly applied.

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