wing-tipped shoes, with cleverly hidden lifts in them; this I knew be- cause she was much taller than she had been before.

Her face had been darkened and roughened with some sort of chemi- cal to give it a masculine complexion. She had glued bushy eyebrows over her own delicately arched ones, and her short hair had been combed into a bushy masculine hairdo. All in all, she was as con- vincing a man as I hoped I was a woman.

"What do you think, darling?" she said, "Am I a fitting escort for such a pretty girl?"

"I should have known this is what you'd wear," I said, smiling. "Yes, I think you'll do."

"Then, let's go," she said. She walked to the closet and took out a light trenchcoat which she put on, then helped me on with a white linen spring coat with 3/4 sleeves that set off my dress beautifully. She also handed me a pair of white gloves and a purse, and we were ready

to go.

Needless to say, I was extremely nervous as we walked down the hall and rang for the elevator. I was afraid I wouldn't fool anyone, and as I watched the indicator near our floor number, it was all I could do to keep from bolting back to the safety of Nancy's apartment.

Nancy sensed my anxiety, and squeezed my hand and said, “Don`t worry, no one will guess. Just remember what I told you about walking and acting like a woman.

The elevator doors slid open then, and we entered, Nancy holding my arm in a typical masculine gesture. There were three others in the car, two men and a woman, who immediately renewed my fears; a man might not spot a femmepersonator, but I felt a woman would certainly recognize a fake. Nancy's coaching must have been adequate though, for the three merely glanced at us and looked away.

The lobby was nearly empty when we arrived, which was a relief, although the elevator ride had done much to quiet my nerves. I began to feel that perhaps my disguise was passable.

This feeling was heightened when we passed through the door and the doorman nodded to Nancy and said, "Evening, sir," then tipped

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