RANSVESTIA

"My new friend was laughing hysterically by this time and when I furiously demanded why? - the issue certainly wasn't funny, I was told the reason why it was in fact, the funniest thing in the world. My lady friend turned out to be a male." She paused meaningfully.

"Our friend, Wendell..." Surprise, surprise.

Coincidences. Of all the people in the world, the girl Prince has to run into my next door neighbor at a drag party in Paris.

"But how could Wendell help you? I mean, I'm surprised he wasn't the guest of honor at that party,” I asked.

—

"Ah so it would seem. But it turns out that our friend is not so in- clined—rather he was using a sort of — camouflage? Now then, what he is is harder to understand, it seems, than the other, and somehow Wen- dell had assumed, or decided that he was so closely related to the other that he was more secure acting as if he were that which he is not." She stopped again. "I'm afraid that wasn't too clear, was it? I find English just a little confusing at times."

"I understand," I said. "The old proverb about being hung as a goat instead of a sheep."

So my random thoughts the night before might have hit the mark. Wendell just acted like a Queen Bee. Which meant that he was more like

me.

and this was most en-

"Here was a person who seemed to be what I was seeking. At least, it meant that what I had had in mind might exist couraging to me at this point," she continued.

I suddenly asked, “Well, you seemed to have found it there should have solved your problem.”

that

"No, it didn't work that way. I was so excited by this in my grati- tude, I'm sure I fell in love with Wendell. I immediately made plans to return home, told Wendy to follow, and that I would immediately an- nouce our engagement and we would live happily ever after."

"Yeah. Why didn't it work out?”

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