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went back to the motel. There were several people near the door of my room who greeted me politely as I searched in my handbag with glov- ed hands for my key. In the best voice I could muster I returned their greetings and was relieved that they appeared not to notice me and went on talking as I opened my door and went in. I poured a drink and sat trembling for quite a while. Then I realized I had spoken to them and apparently had passed.

It was still light so I ventured out around the grounds and the pool, passing people and smiling back at their pleasantries. I found the din- ing room was off the lobby and the back entrance was near my room, but I dared not go in since I had to walk through the lobby. I went back to my room, watched TV both on the set and in the mirrors, and went to bed without supper.

The next morning, dressed and made up, I called and found there was still no room service. This turned out to be a good thing. I got up my nerve and went to the dining room in my yellow and black print and with black kid gloves and handbag, wearing my over-the-knee, high heeled boots, was seated by the hostess. My waitress took a second look when I ordered in my husky voice, but didn't notice me much again except to ask if everything was all right. I thoroughly enjoyed having breakfast like a lady. I only wished I had on nail polish. Many people walked by my table but paid little attention to the little old lady. I paid the cashier and walked leisurely back through the lobby. I passed several kids with their folks and as they stared at me I was scared to death, but had no trouble. Now I was thrilled.

As I was going into my room the young lady from next door stopped me, and my heart. But she smiled and said she hoped her baby's crying hadn't disturbed me. I smiled and answered that I hoped my TV hadn't disturbed her. She said no and that she didn't even know there was a TV around and walked on. I was thrilled. I had passed! But later when she saw me loading my car in male clothes she did look a lit- tle bewildered.

I drove on to Rochester and left my wig to be restyled at a hairstyl- ing center. They were surprised but pleasant and cooperative when I told them it was my wig and what I wanted done.

After spending two nights with wonderful friends in Rochester, I put on my feminine underwear, nylons, shin-shams, corsets and all, ex- cept for my falsies, and drove to Albany arriving at the Holiday Inn in mid-afternoon. I shed my men's outer clothes, put on my make-up, my

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