ahead! soon the man was back with his friend. The friend snickered a bit with nervousness, and really gaped. He, too, asked questions which were patiently answered (some were even answered by some of the ladies, who by now were 'experts" as far as the newly-arrived man was concerned!)

By this time the operator had really begun to make us look like some- thing on the end of a stick, and those delicious little cold chills were keeping our backbone increasingly busy. My brother's initial uneasiness and nervousness had vanished, and we were both starting to wish that it wouldn't end.

Meanwhile, one dear lady customer came over and said, rather quietly, "my sister has a boy that likes to wear women's clothes. They have beat him and beat him and still he keeps on. He's about 19 now an ‘even tho' his other brothers make fun of him, he just won't quit. Do you reckon he is like you?" I could see that it had not been easy for her to say this to my brother.

Well, this was the one thing my brother had not been prepared for. Recovering, however, he gently told the woman that he had no way of knowing whether the young man was an eonist or not, but that it sounded very strongly like he was. Then he explained our organization to her, explained how we would make no effort to contact the fellow but that the onus was on him if he wanted to get in touch with us. He explained to her how we try to preserve security and why, and gave her our Los Angeles address.

My brother had asked the owner whether she had ever had any men customers before, and she said occasionally some brought in wigs to be done "for their mothers". She agreed, on reflection, that they probably did not want the work done for their mothers, but for themselves. My brother gave her our address, too, and she agreed to keep it and give it to any man who seemed to be one of us.

Finally, the work was over at about 6:15 P.M., and reluctantly my brother got up to leave. He put on his tie and coat, phoned our friends to let them know we were leaving the shop, paid the operator and thanked her for her patience, thanked the assembled laides for their interest and courtesy, and received some cheerful “have funs" and "good-byes" from them as he departed.

Girls, let me say here that we didn't exactly know what to expect as we left the shop, whether the local gendarmes or KKK would be waiting,

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