TRANSVESTIA

I almost startled myself out of my heels as Denise and I turned into the Post Office Building. The building is in the traditional marble style with high ceilings and tremendous echoes! I was unprepared for the loud, excessively loud to me, clacking sound of my high heels on the marble floor as Denise and I entered the hallway leading to the upstairs business offices. In fact I was so startled that for a split second I tried to walk on my very tip toes so as to not make any noise. Quickly getting hold of myself I continued to walk in a normal manner and began to ascend the stairs at the end of the hall. At the top of the stairs I stopped, looked up the room number I wanted and then walked on to the office. A clerk looked up and asked if she could help me. I explained that I found it necessary to go to work and that I would like to obtain a Social Security Card. The clerk produced a few simple papers and asked a couple questions and then to my complete surprise handed me my card, instructed me to sign it and then the task was finished! I turned to leave and as I did so the clerk smiled a good day to me and went back to work. Not a trace of suspicion!!

Since we were already parked in the middle of downtown, Denise decided that now would be the best time to go over to the bank and apply for a credit card. She explained that I should be able to get one in my own name if she co-signed for the card. The Bank was located over on Broadway so we began to walk towards the Bank and doing some window shopping on the way. It had now been three weeks since I had agreed to take on the roll of a woman and I found that I enjoyed the part very much. I realized this very intensely as Denise and I stood looking in the windows with displays of all sorts of womans clothing. A thought passed through my mind that it would be horrible yet a blessing if something happened that I would not be able to resume my masculine role in life! Little did I realize the events that were to take place in the near future would make it all but impossible for me to once again assume my rightful place in life.

Denise and I entered the bank and approached the Credit Managers desk. I explained that I would like to apply for a Credit Card of the type used for all kinds of purchases in almost all stores. It was easy to see that as the Manager took my credit statement, which of course consisted of little other than a name and address and that I was employed by the Beauty Shop for a little more than two weeks, he knew that the appli- cation could not be approved. Upon finishing he carefully stated that I would have to have a co-signer in order for the Credit Card to be issued. At this time Denise stepped forward and said she had come along just for that purpose. It felt very strange to hear my real name

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