Some FPs couldn't seem to believe what was happening. I saw one girl emerge from her room, blink in the sunlight, then hurriedly retreat in disbelief. Another had to be pushed out by her wife, the first time ever out in daylight. In contrast, two old timers at this who had been here last year coolly walked out to their car, cackling with confident small talk. The driver made a Powers model entry into the car, smoothed her beautiful white pleated skirt and calmly drove off to Annette's house.

Marylynn from Wyoming stopped by to pick me up. The breeze rippled my summer dress as I moved toward her car. I could feel the weight of the purse on my arm, the click of my heels on the concrete. I whispered to myself, “This is for real." This fantasy, this dream of many months had come true . . . Now for three days and three nights my name is Maureen, I'm a woman.

Four of us girls drove in silence, each busy furtively glancing around to see if anyone had discovered us. Nobody even looked. A police car pulled up alongside at a stoplight, radio squawking. Four pairs of eyes straight ahead, nobody breathing. He was busy, oblivious of four women minding their own business on a sunny afternoon in May.

Later Annette told us the police wouldn't have cared anyway. Many years ago Annette had carefully explained to the local police officials what transvestism is all about. They accepted, Annette herself being the model of discreet behavior for them. They simply expect an FP to use good judgement in her behavior, conduct herself as a lady should, and draw no public attention to herself. If an FP can pass in public under all conditions the police really have no concern at all; she is just another woman on the street. At the other extreme, if it's obvious that you are a man in a dress then it is expected you will limit your public appearance to the motel area, driving in your car, and the occasional banquet at a restaurant or such that has been carefully prearranged by Annette. Within these guide lines the FPs can come and go as they de- sire and so far every girl has displayed good ladylike restraint.

The real opportunity of this FPE weekend is to live for several days en femme with other FPs, wives and children at Annette's home on the outskirts of town. Here an FP can enjoy all the thrills and satisfactions of being a woman, of companionship with other real live people, of roaming around outdoors, of experiencing all the sensations you dream of, all in complete relaxation and security. The ride back and forth "in public" to the motel each morning and night is really minor in com- parison.

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