“I had no idea,” she replied, "that this 'desire' could mean so much to a person. Why can't they dress like that if they wish?"

"That's the sixty-four dollar question, Judy," I told her, "if we could answer that, all our troubles would be over. Most 'TV's' as we call our- selves live in mortal fear of exposure and disgrace. Our society has established rules for our social behaviour and woe be to the one who dares deviate from those rules. Any man, for example, who prefers Bach or Beethoven to someone like the Beatles of a few years ago is thought of as being 'peculiar' to say the least. If his job is such that he normally wore casual clothes- let him show up one day wearing a suit

and all he hears all day is 'Hey, Bill, where ya preaching'?' or 'Hey, lookit who's tryin' to make points with the boss'. Can you imagine what those same coworkers of his would say if he were discovered wearing a skirt and heels? They'd ride him out of town on a rail!"

"But, you do it," she said.

"Yes, Judy, I do," I replied, "but I didn't until I had made up my mind to become a professional impersonator. That alone took some of the stigma from being a TV. Unfortunately, all of us can't to this, so many of us just have to suffer in silence and privacy."

"What can I do to help?” she asked with interest.

"If you ever meet another TV, Judy," I said, "show tolerance and sincerity and understanding. That alone will be a big help."

So it went for several months. Judy came over at least three times week until my beard was nearly gone. She even rounded the edges of my sideburns to make them look more natural. I never went over to Judy's for my treatments as I would have had to go as a 'bearded lady'. We had long discussions about Transvestism until I was talked out on the subject. Each treatment had drawn us closer together and we both confessed our love for the other. We became engaged and invited Neil to our announcement party. This time when he gave his I-told-you-so wink, I winked back with the biggest grin I had ever given.

The girls at the Club had complimented me constantly on the styling of my wigs. They had all improved tremendously in looks and feel. At their request, I asked Judy if her shops would do all the girl's wigs for them. She, of course, said yes and told me that she had personally informed every beauty operator and wig stylist to be courteous, polite

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