I needed time to think and time to straighten out some very confused ideas running through my mind. I liked Judy immensely, and she liked me. What did the future hold for us? I had to be honest with her, but I knew I would have to be careful how I expressed my feelings about Jackie. I had told her how I became a female impersonator, but not why.

I searched my mind for the words. Words came, but not the right ones. How does a man tell a woman even an understanding one that he likes to wear feminine clothing? How does he tell her how he feels with the soft, silky smoothness of nylon next to his skin? How does he express his liking of the fragrance of makeup and cologne - especially when he is wearing it? How does he tell her that he not only likes to wear women's clothing not only at work but also at home? These were the answers I was seeking and they would have to be told in a sincere manner. Of my sincerity I had no doubts — but I had to convince Judy that these things were right for me.

The phone jarred me from my thoughts. It was Judy. “Hi,” she said. "Coffee's ready. Why don't you join me in a cup?"

"I'd love to if there's room." I said.

"Of course there's ro oh! darn you!" she laughed.

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"I'll be right over," I laughed, and hung up.

As she poured the coffee, she said, "How're you, today, Jim - or should I call you 'Jackie'?"

"I'm fine and right now, I prefer Jim." I replied.

"O.K. Jim it is. What time do you usually leave for the Club?”

"Normally, about 7:30. The first show goes on at 9:00. I leave around 2:15 right after the last show. They're all great acts, Judy, I'm sure you'll enjoy them. They're real professionals and the boss won't stand for any smut or off-color jokes."

Judy refilled my cup, lit a cigarette and sat down. "Jim," she said seriously, "you really like being an impersonator, don't you?" I started to answer, but she held up her hand and went on, "Wait let me finish. You're an entirely different person when you are Jackie. You are relaxed

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