TRUE STORY

WEEKEND WOMEN

Maureen 6-J-1 FPE

ED NOTE: This is the same get-together mentioned in my “Traveling Saleslady" article in No. 62. Maureen's article arrived too late for that issue but it is nicely done and detailed so I'm sure you won't mind the repetition.

The motel knew all about us. Annette had everything arranged. When you sign your sister's name to the register the impact of what's happen- ing begins to reach you. The kindly lady behind the desk told us that all of the FPE group would be in one part of the motel, the most beautiful part. It seemed fitting.

Other FPs were arriving, some alone, some complete with wife, children and dog. Some carried in their armloads of dresses and wig boxes with feigned indifference: "my wife's things", if anybody asks. Others slipped along in the shadows as if they had just knocked over the local bank.

One FP drove over from Oregon en femme complete with pink suit- cases. Another came as a woman by private plane from Colorado having left her masculine clothes 900 miles back. The unusual experiences of these two girls enroute were to enliven our discussions for many hours.

Hours later there was not a man to be seen in that entire section of the motel. All had miraculously changed into well groomed, neatly attired women. I watched with great interest as they began to appear. At a dis- tance the casual observer would never guess, especially if an FP was with a GG. Close up of course not all were passable but this didn't seem to matter; all were excited and happy with the romantic expecta- tion of life as a woman.

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