RANSVESTIA

make another tour of the U.S. that what I learned in Moscow was too important to pass through ordinary channels. We parted and I went to see my beautician for a much needed touch up of my dark roots.

In about a week I started getting letters from the Clubs where I had appeared wanting me to come back again. Good old D-2 hadn't lost any time on my request. When I had enough 'bookings' for 3 months, I went to see Herr B. He was reluctant until I mentioned that I could pass on some of my new techniques first hand to some of our agents. He finally agreed and I started making arrangements to leave. Hans, my cousin and Club manager, was sorry to see me go. We had a gala party after closing the Club the night before I left. Everyone wished me well and Hans told me I would always have a job when I returned.

I wrote a letter to each of the Clubs thanking them for their offer and confirming the dates of my appearances. To the one in New York City, I asked if they could arrange for that "nice Helen Osborne" from Variety Magazine to meet me. I was so elated to be going home, I could hardly keep from asking the pilot to fly faster. I was so anxious to see Helen, I felt I could run on the clouds faster than that darned airplane was going. We finally got there, though, and Helen met me at the Customs desk. Only a person in love will know how hard it was just to shake hands with her. We chatted on the way to the hotel, but made up for lost time once we were alone! Just being near her brought on feelings of manhood within me, and I felt that my position would be completely reversible once this mission was completed.

The next morning I called the Club and told them I'd be down that afternoon to make arrangements for my opening. I had no sooner hung up when there was a knock at the door and it was a slightly tousled Greta in robe and mules that greeted the man from the Embassy.

"Good Morning, Miss Prein," he smiled, "welcome again to the United States."

"Good Morning, Mr. Hoffman," I replied, thank you, and please come in. You'll have to excuse my appearance as I just got out of bed. Do you mind if I order some breakfast?”

"Only if you don't order some coffee for me." he answered.

I excused myself and hurriedly dressed and combed my hair while waiting for breakfast to be delivered. I was putting on my lipstick when the bellhop arrived with our trays. As we ate he asked about my tour