RANSVESTIA

"No... just 'Cass.' But I'm surprised that nothing embarrasses you; that's significant you know. Golly --" up on her elbow again “— that really is significant! Lack of a basic emotion . . . sensitivity ... but why .. why did you get uptight about my coming dressed this way?"

"I wasn't... uptight!"

"Then... gosh! Why bring it up at all your patient's sartorial effects?”

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or do you always discuss

The doctor blew his nose in a large white handkerchief which he stuffed back into his pocket with much ado: “Let's move on to some- thing else."

"Yes, let's... " said Cass making herself comfortable. "What would you like to rap now?”

"Tell me about . . . the . . . will you please drop that other shoe to cooperate tell me, do you really believe that you are a girl?"

try

Cass let the shoe slide off her fingertip, dropping it softly to the car- pet. "Well" wrinkling her brow thoughtfully "no, I don't believe I know it! I feel like a girl."

it

"Can you prove to me that you feel like a girl?"

"Yes - but I'm not going to. You'll just have to take my word for it.”

Dr. Patewaner, nonplussed, changed his approach: "You're not con- tent, are you?”

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"Who is?" Cass retorted. "You're not content you change your- self - make yourself taller... shave your natural beard . . . and more heaven only knows what else you're into. It's all a matter of degree, Luv!"

"Perhaps, but as you know, your father is deeply concerned about your transvestic activities. How do you feel about that?"

"Terrible," Cass replied. "I'm worried.”

"Are you being facetious?"

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