these things. Their techniques were yours if you were humble enough to ask. I learned much from these FPs, their GGs and even from their children. A word of advice about your hair, your make-up, clothes, your walk or talk should be valued like pure gold. To ignore it is folly if you ever plan to go out in public. The world outside is a harsh judge.

There were other surprises. By Saturday afternoon a couple of FPs were reaching the limit of their desire and changed back into their brother's clothes for a few hours. This was as Virginia had predicted, the natural fulfillment of the feminine side of their nature as a result of the self-acceptance of FPE.

Sobering things too. I came here thinking passing in public was the pinnacle. I learned that self-acceptance and happiness for yourself and your loved ones are what really count.

I learned there is work to being a woman. FPs were helping in the kitchen now. Some had to take their turn watching the kids. There were errands to run. A spot on a dress had to be sponged off before the banquet. One girl had disappeared for awhile to patch up raw skin where her girdle had chafed for two days. Some girls were seen to slyly remove their shoes while eating. Twice-a-day shaving plus complete make-up was not as easy the second day. Some were beginning to hint that there is more to being a woman than clothes.

The Saturday night banquet was the high point. Annette had reserved. a special room with side entrance at a popular restaurant. Dresses were semi-formal and afternoon type and of course every girl was at her best. Some were obviously nervous as they arrived, their first time in a public restaurant. Others seemed to have settled nicely by now into the feeling of a woman and were emotionally ready and anxious for this experience. The first half hour everyone just visited while the rest were arriving.

The waitresses moved among us taking orders for refreshments. They had been told about us of course and were most friendly and helpful. Occasionally they would mistake an FP for a GG much to their own. chagrin and to the everlasting delight of the FP. I sipped my ginger ale with one of the wives and learned what it is like on the other side and how she skillfully handles the problems.

A young FP and her wife, both hardly out of their teens, arrived with their tiny baby. Several FPs held the precious bundle for a few minutes,

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