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in Moscow, so I told him what I planned to pass on to our agents (altered just enough, of course, to make them ineffectual since we now knew the true plans). I also told him that Miss Osborne had invited me to dinner one evening with her family. He had no objections to that; so before he left, I called Miss Osborne and told her I could accept her invitation for Sunday evening. Her family, of course, consisted of the Colonel and the Majors. Dinner conversation centered around what I had learned and how we could alter them without being discovered.

The Colonel had some very good news for me. He felt they had enough information and I wouldn't have to go back to Europe. I felt the only problem would be the real Greta what would she say when she got back to Europe? I posed that question to the Colonel.

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"It's sad," he said softly, “but she has terminal cancer and can only last a few months.”

Before I could speak, he went on, "We'll work out all arrangements later. You may have to do another disappearing act." Naturally, I had to agree.

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My tour went according to plan and was as successful as my first one. I was impatient for it to be completed and my manhood returned prop- erly so I could marry Helen. During one phone conversation with Helen, she mentioned that I was thinking only of marriage and hadn't con- sidered that I was going to have to resume a whole new male role in life. I became so flustered, I bit my tongue so hard it bled. That, of course, set me to thinking again about my present way of life which I liked! I loved my Helen, but I had been a woman for over two years. I thought, acted and reacted like a woman. How completely could I put such things out of my mind especially when I would have constant daily reminders that could not be reversed? I couldn't find an answer with illogical feminine logic, so I decided (once more) to put off my final decision until my tour was over and Helen and I could discuss it thor- oughly.

I was in Newark on the last leg of my tour when Colonel Anderson came to see me in my hotel. I felt something was verv. verv wrong for him to make a personal appearance like this. For the first time since I had disembarked from that submarine, he didn't call me Greta.

"Lieutenant," he said, "I'm afraid I have to be the bearer of bad news. You'd better sit down.” I sat. “There is no easy way to break the news

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