RANSVESTIA

"O.K., before you go here are the rules of the school. No gum chewing, nylons and light makeup at all times, and above all, good grooming."

"But, Miss Childs, how can I wear makeup and nylons, won't I look out of place on the streets going to and from work?”

"Not in your new uniform you won't, sweetie.”

"Well, goodbey, I guess." I stammered.

"Are you coming to the school or not" she demanded. “No, don't tell me, you'd only lie. Just surprise me. Well, goodbye . said.

Janey!" she

I backed out of the door unable to think or even reason straight.

I spend the rest of the morning sitting in the park and mutilating in my nervous fingers the address card that I had been given. What to do! I had the answer to all of my secret dreams of my life at my finger tips, and yet I was very very afraid. On one hand was security, a dream world and a good job, on the other my masculine pride, or what was left of it, and in the middle a grey area of doubt; could I be a successful girl, or for that matter was I a successful man. My past track record didn't seem to indicate it. On that note, I made my decision, and for the first time in months, with resolution and purpose I proceeded. . . straight to the address given to me by Miss Childs.

I was only partially surprised to discover that the address was the location of a small dress store. I had figured that I was about to become intimately acquainted with the mysteries of skirts. Following instructions, I requested Diana, who in her turn was quite surprised that Verna had meant quite literally, a boy. I will say that she maintained her poise, and with good humor fitted me with the required uniforms and quite a few "civilian" clothes which she said that I would desperately need.

Two hours later I was again in the streets, this time with my arms full of bundles, heading for an apartment that Diana had rented me, against my first month's salary.

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