RANSVESTIA

First I applied my foundation very carefully, being sure I completely covered my neck so the redness wouldn't show. After that, the rest went on easily, even though time consuming.

The costume I would wear that night was one of my favorites. A long sleeved, cowl necked, white chiffon blouse. Striped open vest, with match- ing Hot Pants, and a floor length open front skirt, in solid black. Quite a dressy outfit. I topped it off with beautiful high heel silver shoes.

At last it was time to put on my wig. There, in front of me, in the mirror was indeed a lovely lady, at least I thought so; now to convince hundreds of people. I rushed backstage, tripping a few time on my long skirt in my anxiety.

The orchestra was finally playing my musical cues. The Master of Ceremonies, backgrounded by the music "Charmaine" was making my introduction. The orchestra was changing the music tempo to the exotic sounds of "Song of India." Stephanie/Charmain, it's all yours, girl!

The performance went extremely well. I was putting it over and could feel the rapport of my audience. They were applauding each trick as I presented it. After the last effect I made my exit from the stage, waiting for the encore and the moment I would pull the wig.

There it was. The MC was saying, "Let's bring her on one more time. Ladies and Gentlemen, Charmaine." I gracefully entered the stage again, took a few more bows, threw kisses to these fabulous people. Then shocked them. I just reached up to my forehead and "wham" off came the wig. Another thunderous ovation and I knew I had it made.

Now I packed up the act for the next performance and wondered how the passengers would take to a Femme-Personator. What questions would be asked? Would I be accepted as myself? I went below, to my cabin, and reluctantly removed my make up, dress, wig, etc. It was time for Brother to remake his appearance and mingle with the passengers.

To my surprise not one comment was made to me. No one mentioned how they liked my act. No questions, no congratulations. Was I that bad? Did no one want to hurt my feelings? What was wrong? It was beyond my comprehension.