all but one! I had a man's great love for a very desirable woman. But— how could I tell Connie of this, me her dearest girl friend! I longed to hold her in my arms, our act became living torture with her so close. Our separate hotel rooms were torture to me, the nights lonely. I be- came moody and distressed. Our act suffered from my moodiness. Connie was distressed, and we drew apart. Finally, I could stand this terrible situation no longer!

We were going down to the dining room before the theater when Connie came into my room that winter night. She wore a little fur hat and a fur collared coat, her perfume filled my nostrils. I was standing before the mirror putting the last touches on my makeup when she came close to me. "Darling, what IS the matter, what have I done to make you avoid me?" she asked. I turned to her and forgot that I was a she-man! I "grabbed" her in my arms and kissed her beautiful mouth, tenderly at first and then my longing made me forget! She drew away from me, holding me at arms length, but I was not to be denied-and then my high heel caught in the carpet and I fell headlong to the floor, dragging her with me! She struggled to a sitting position and tried to remove her coat, her hat had been lost in the fall. I caught a look at us in the large wall mirror and suddenly started to laugh! At first amused- ly and then hysterically, and Connie joined in!

"Darling," she cried, "I thought you would NEVER get around to kissing me like that!" "I love you, dear Connie," I said soberly. "I have always loved you! But HOW could I make love to you, another girl! It just would not be DECENT!" "You silly darling" she exclaim- ed "You are a MAN to me" and she giggled! "But you really don't look like one!" "My lovely, pretty, adoreable man-girl," and she fell into my arms, kissing me in wild abandon! "I love you to," she cried. "I have been living in misery since you became so distant to me, I thought you did not love me!" We kissed, for hours it seemed, sitting together on the floor! Then we both looked into the mirror and started laugh- ing! Reflected there we saw a gorgeous blonde girl, her furs on the floor around her, embracing a handsome red haired girl, with lipstick smeared on both their faces, their lovely hair badly mussed, their dresses sadly askew, their skirts above their knees! "You know what?" laughed Connie," "the door is unlatched! If anyone should come in here, they would never understand!" We struggled to our feet, embraced again, and walked over to the mirror and started to repair our makeup and arrange our hair, then arm and arm we headed for the elevator. Our act that night was one of wild abandon!