when you yourself have a hundred grand in the bank —

ridiculous.

Well, when I went to bed that night I was very disturbed and had a hard time going to sleep thinking about this experience and the earlier one while editing the story. It seemed so out of character to get so involved in somebody else's femme-life when I was so busy and so pleased with my own. I was baffled about the inconsistency of it. But finally it dawned on me. It was not, I Virginia, the woman, who was so fascinated and involved, it was Charles the FP for my feelings were exactly like they had been over the years when reading about some other man in dresses. I'm sure every FP reading this has experienced this same feeling. What I have done in the last two years was to let the girl within Charles "out" and let her take over. Charles in turn was relegated to the position of “Boy within".

I have a GG friend who is very understanding and who often tells me that although she goes out with Virginia, whenever we have a friendly argument or discussion it is Charles that she is arguing with. This is an outsider's conception of the boy within.

Well, early in June, I capped the climax on this whole thing. It had been a week since I had gotten my hair done so it wasn't in too good condition anyway. Then I went out into the garden and worked in the sun pulling weeds, etc. I came in hot and tired and perspiry. Well, perspiration of the scalp is the death of any kind of a set so my hair was in a mess and would be even worse the next day so I resolved to wash it myself and practice setting it myself well enough to at least last from Saturday night till Tuesday afternoon when I was going to the beauty shop anyway. So I gave myself a shampoo and took off the remains of a week's nail polish preparatory to putting it back on decently. As I was drying myself after the bath I suddenly thought, "here I am with no wave in my hair and no nail polish on — this would be a time when I could get Charles out of hiding and go down and buy some things at the store." With this idea I called up a GG friend that has known me for a long time the one I went to the Montreal fair with — and who has known of Charles' existence but has never met him. I told her, “This is Virginia's brother, Charles." She didn't catch on immediately so I explained to her. She ended up inviting Charles over for dinner in a half hour. I said I'd be there.

So I had to quickly become Charles. I went to his drawers and closet in the back bedroom and got out the whole masculine regalia and got dressed. The only feminine item I had on was a rather tight bra to