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In order to maintain as youthful an appearance as possible I keep my weight down and for 15 minutes each day do the facial exercises in the popular book, Miss Craig's Face-Saving Exercises. I dress conser- vatively, apropos to my age, tastefully but not eyecatching. Men as well as women often smile at me in normal social contacts and I always smile warmly in response. I enjoy this friendliness and I believe that an FP who smiles and responds readily to social kindnesses is far more acceptable and passable than one who is dour and grim-faced.

And then there is one final preparation each time before I go out. Just before I walk out of the motel I take a few minutes to pray for good judgment, restraint and safety so that my hours in public as a woman will be a satisfying, relaxing time of release that will enable me to return to my family refreshed, a better husband and father. The Lord has granted me this. I've never had any police problems or em- barrassing incidents, to the best of my knowledge I've never been read, and I've always returned emotionally restored and rested.

FPs that have never been out the door sometimes wonder what it feels like to go about freely in public as a woman for a day or so. For me there has never been much of a physical feeling or tactile sensation in the wearing of feminine clothing whether in public or private. There is a nice feeling of satisfaction as I get dressed but by the time I am ready to leave the motel I'm really not conscious of ny physical sensation from the clothing on my body. Instead, the feeling of moving about in public is one of pleasant naturalness, of simply feeling consciously and subconsciously that I am a woman. At the risk of sounding romantic I would say that the feeling during my brief periods of life in public as Maureen tends to transcend the physical and becomes a kind of sweetness and buoyancy, a beauty and peace beyond the senses... as if it were always springtime and the tulips are out. No doubt this euphoria-like feeling would fade were I to remain in the role of a woman for many weeks or months.

The photos on these pages will give you some idea of my life as Maureen. Most were taken over the years by other FPs while they were dressed as men. None are retouched. For the leading lady portrait I went to a nearby professional photographer and introduced myself as Mrs. Warfield. He knows me only as a woman and was completely cooperative. The trip to Annette's in the private plane shown in the photo was highlighted by the only engine failure and forced landing in

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