ransvestia

I was already all dressed and finishing my make-up when for no reason at all I smeared my left eye full of eye-liner so I had to wash-up and start all over again. We were already 30 minutes late, so a fast make-up job and one hour later our little group went out in search of a taxi, another ten minutes lost and at last with quite a delay we arrived at the hotel where the Virginia reception and cocktail hour was over, but we were in time for the dinner. When I entered the dining room I heard somebody saying, "Hey ZaZa Gabor," looking around to whom this was addressed, I was amazed to find out that it was me to whom they were referring. So now, in the British Beaumont, they call me ZaZa instead of Lucy.

We had a fantastic dinner and after we decided to go dancing in one of the many London night clubs and there we spend some more hours enjoying our time "en femme."

The next morning, Saturday, we decided to go shopping and out we went, "en femme," of course.

Four of us divided in two groups took the bus and went downtown. I had a nylon blouse, red skirt, red low heeled shoes, blond wig and a black fur coat.

In the morning I tried several dresses and bought a nice cocktail dress in black and silver Lurex; then, in another shop, a nice pair of shoes with matched handbag and still in another one, a nice gold- plated bracelet, all this without even realizing that I was not the lady I could see in all the mirrors in the large stores. I was so natural, so at ease, that I passed without difficulty, despite my six-foot frame.

We topped it off at Selfridges store where Jeanne, our president, who always dresses unisex, had to buy a raincoat. We went to the floor side where her size was displayed. The sales girl said to me, "Sorry, madam, for you it's the other side of the floor." I said to her, "This is not for me but for my friend." "But," she said, "this floor is for ladies only," to which I replied, "She is a lady despite her look." The sales girl was taken a little aback and started to attend to Jeanne while I was wander- ing around.

Later on Jeanne told me that the sales girl apologized by saying that her mistake was due to the way Jeanne was dressed.

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