RANSVESTIA

The car was parked on the side of the building so it was necessary to walk approximately half a block to get to it. On the way we met our landlord who stopped to talk to us. Denise introduced me as Pauls' sister-in-law from California. The landlord gave me an approving glance and then went on his way after nodding a good morning. Not once did he seem to suspect the truth about me.

Upon reaching the car I went straight to the drivers side and got in in as feminine a manner as I knew. Sitting down on the seat I carefully kept my knees together and swung my legs up, around and under the steering wheel. After settling myself comfortably in the seat and adjust- ing it I started the car. I tried to familiarize my feet with the pedals as they felt strange in high heels. Very carefully I backed out of the parking place and then under instructions from Denise I began to drive around town. In a short time I found that driving with high heels wasn't as much of a problem as I thought it would be but I surprised myself with the problem I was having in keeping my skirt from climbing too far up my legs as I sat behind the wheel. After fighting with the problem for a little time Denise finally came to my aid and suggested that I have a compromise with the skirt and allow it to ride up only so far. This she explained would accomplish two points, one it would eliminate the fight in keeping the skirt down and two, despite my new-found modesty would allow a certain amount of male look-see at my legs which I was to find was a definite advantage to a woman. Accordingly I allowed the skirt to ride up and to my surprise it only went up a little further than I wanted it to in the first place.

Denise and I drove around for an hour or so and then she decided that it was time to find a parking place and go and get my social security card. I turned down Massachusetts St. and found a parking place almost next to the Post Office. Having by now become used to the high heels I had virtually no problem at all backing into the parking place. I shut off the engine and then put the keys in my purse. My previous feeling of apprehension returned as I realized that this would be a real test of my impersonation. Denise seemed to realize my sense of fear of what I was about to do, with a pat on my knee and a confident smile she assured me that I would be OK. So with a steady stride and an unsure feeling in my chest I stepped out of the car. I stopped momentarily to place a dime in the parking meter and then headed down the street to the Post Office where the Social Security Office was located. A gentle breeze had come up and it felt cool and gentle as it brushed against my legs.

13