RANSVESTIA

practice. So they knew (the managers only) and accepted it when they saw him in feminine attire. That is, if they really recognized he and I, as the same person at all. But this time, it was just to be two girls, as far as anyone knew, and he hoped it would stay that way.

The drive home was only 100 miles, and visions of those wonderful two days yet to come made the journey seem much longer. Lets check do I have the key? Yes! Did I put the bait for the fishing in the freezer? Yes! Was the wardrobe I had planned to bring down sufficient? Yes! So many wonderful thoughts.

The morning of our departure, brother drove our daughter over to her grandmother's house. I don't dare change while she is home as it still upsets her. She doesn't mind when I do my Charmaine magic act, but as myself, Stephanie, to her is a no-no. This makes things difficult at times but we work them out, such as this trip.

Brother filled the car with gas, loaded the luggage, we so carefully packed, and put in the fishing gear. He then took a very very close shave and I said to the reflection in the mirror, "Bye bye brother, see you in two days." I plucked my eyebrows as much as was safe, applied my foundation makeup, chose a light blue eye shadow, black mascara, brown eyebrow pencil, a creamy pink lipstick, and just a dash of rouge. Within a short time, there was a very pleasant lady looking back at me in the mirror. Just then GG called out "Stephanie, are you going to take all day in there? Your never ready on time." She was getting even with me for the many times brother has said that to her. We had a good laugh over it, and I had her check my makeup for me. She seemed satis- fied and said, "My girlfriend looks fine!" It really is wonderful how she accepts me.

I then dressed, putting on my white, lacey, padded bra, bikini panties, white half slip, pantyhose, white cotton long sleeve blouse with a ruffle front, and white skirt. I chose my blue and white pumps with matching handbag. The topper of course, was my favorite wig, the human hair one, that I use in my act. It had just come back from the stylist, and looked beautiful. I was shaking with anticipation, and couldn't wait to get started. We decided that I would drive, as it was a long trip, and we would stay on main roads in case of trouble. I had a few pieces of magical equipment in the car, and enough Charmaine identification on me, in case I got stopped by the police, or had an auto accident, I could lie my way out, by saying I was on my way to do a show. In most cities in Florida, I can be out dressed, as long as I am on my way to do a show, or on my way home from one.