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"No guns nor illegal possessions?" the lieutenant asked and when the search was over went to confer with another officer who had been talking on his radio. Meanwhile an officer smiled and handed me my handbag, which I gratefully hung on my arm. Then came the surprise happy ending. The lieutenant came to me and said, "Look Frank, I want you to do me a favor, will you?"

"Certainly, sir," I answered noting this was the first time I had not been addressed as Miss.

"Please go back to your motel, change to your male clothes and go out on the town and have a good time. If you go out dressed like this and had to go to the toilet, which would you use? If you used the Ladies you would shock them. If you used the Mens you might be harmfully assaulted."

Although I didn't say so, I could tell he had never been in a ladies' room. I have, and not for any other purpose than natural, and found there is more privacy in a ladies' room than a men's room.

I couldn't believe I was free to go. I thanked the lieutenant and promised to go right to my room and stay there. When I got to my room there was a State Police car waiting near. After I was safely inside, the car drove away. I still could hardly believe my luck and thanked God for my identification card and the information from my sisters on what to say on such an occasion.

Sitting in my room, after touching up my make-up and fixing a drink, I realized I hadn't been questioned because of my appearance. It was because an alert officer noticed my erratic driving. Now I wondered if the motel had been alerted about me but called room ser- vice for supper anyway. The young waiter who came took my dollar tip and obligingly took my picture for me and said, "Thank you, Mam."

As my mind went over what happened, I was pleased that the cops didn't laugh at me nor ridicule me. They just seemed interested. The officer who searched my car even apologized, explaining it was routine. I had thought of course I would be arrested and decided that as long as I was all done up as a woman of questionable age (they were surprised I was so old), I would think of and enjoy my feminine ap- parel: my delicate gloves, my slim high heels, the feel of my corsets and falsies and even the jangle of my bracelets. Now, alone in my