RANSVESTIA

tried to call this girl's apartment. There was no answer. Luckily I came out here. I'll fix you where you'll have no use for girls or boys. You're not going to be a queer! I'd rather you be dead!"

From somewhere, my darling found her tongue and she said: “Dad- dy, it's not what you think."

He interrupted: "Well, what the h--- is it then? You are in this cabin alone with another girl. Your makeup is smeared all over your mouth and so is hers. What else can I believe?”

I knew then that she was going to tell him the truth. If he hadn't been between the door and me, I'd have made a break for freedom. I just knew he would kill me. Surely he would find that she had given her virginity to me.

What was I to do? What could I say? Or, more important, what was he going to do with us when he found out that I was the boy, dressed in girl's clothing, who had been forbidden to call her, see her, or even write her?

PART II

"Daddy, if you'll sit down and be patient I'll tell you about Jennifer and myself. It isn't what you think, but it will require some under- standing on your part."

He finally permitted her to lead him to a huge recliner chair, and once he was seated she began: "First... daddy... I want to tell you that what has happened has been your own fault."

"What are you talking about . . . my fault? I haven't done anything." His huge face was flustered and very red.

"Dad," she said gently, "If you hadn't forbidden me to date Gene White, then you would never have seen Jennifer Whaley, because Jen- nifer is really Gene, or at least it is Gene that is dressed up as a girl here."

He blanched, wilted and stammered for words . . looked at me and said... "You... are Gene White?"

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