RANSVESTIA

watch TV. If it was possible, I would sometimes go for a walk and on one occasion strolled down Fifth Avenue in New York. I loved it. An- other time I went to a park in Minneapolis and sat and watched people coming and going.

The only time that I have ever talked to anyone whom I did not know was in Chicago. I was in a hotel and had spent the evening dressed and watching TV. I had also written a letter and about 11 p.m. I walked out through the corridor to mail it at the box by the elevator, being very careful that I didn't run into anyone. As I was coming back a room opened and a pretty girl about 25 or 26 came out saying goodnight to a man inside. She walked along behind me and then called to me. "Miss, Miss, don't I know you? Didn't we meet in San Francisco?”

I thought I would die. I thought she might be a prostitute or a call girl who had just finished a trick, but I also feared that she might be a part of the hotel security staff.

Muttering a whispered, "No," I hurried back to my room and stood at the door waiting for the world to collapse. It didn't, and I regretted afterwards that I had acted so hastily; she would have been nice to talk

to.

One night in Minneapolis I was just walking through the corridors of a hotel and decided to take the elevator up to my floor. It was late and I didn't think that anyone else would be around but when I pranced into the car there was a man in the other corner. I was caught, the doors were closing. I have never seen an elevator take so long to go one floor. But all was well, he didn't read me, apparently, and I minced prettily out the door and hurried to my room, there to ponder on my sorry fate.

And so it has been all my TV life furtive, piece-meal, and very un- ladylike.

This past week however has been a joy. My wife and children are away and I am on vacation at home alone. For two weeks I can be the real me and right now I am sorry that one week has already gone although I have never felt so really good for such a long time before.

The alarm clock has roused me each morning at 6 — I don't want to waste a minute. Getting out of bed is a pleasure for the feeling of my nylon nightie falling around my legs is a nice one, and the twinkle of red toe nails starts the day off on the right note.