RANSVESTIA

We walked some more but finally mother nature became too much to handle. I needed a rest room. I am a man and women great- ly arouse my sexual drives, but I needed a pot, and I needed it quickly. Marge pointed down the back corridor. There was a ladies room. I said that I would not go in alone. So with Marge leading, I bravely followed her through the door and into the waiting lounge.

I then entered the lavatory and swung open the door to the first stall, took one look, and walked out. There, in the pot, was the worst mess I had ever seen, of such I have never visualized in a men's rest room. I proceeded to the next stall and successfully accomplished my purpose. Afterwards I fixed my hair, brushing the bangs in order, and out we went to continue our window shopping.

When another salesman asked, “Can I help you, ladies?" I just shook my head no, but Marge added that we had just come from look- ing at houses and wanted to compare furniture styles. As we walked out we decided to complete the day and stop for dinner. We chose a fancy restaurant near home, one neither one of us had gone to before. The hostess greeted us at the dining room entrance and inquired as to the size of our party; she probably figured that two women would be accompanied by their husbands or boyfriends. She then seated us at a table near the rear.

Being early evening, the restaurant was almost half full. People were seated at tables behind and next to ours. The waitress brought menus and poured water. But I had a problem, one so small true women do not even think about. I did not know what to do with my purse. Do I keep it on my lap? Do I dare put it on the floor and risk it being stolen? How about the corner of the table? I was quite uncomfor- table as to what to do. I looked to Marge for help. She suggested we put our purses under our chairs, between our feet.

The waitress soon returned to take our orders. Marge and I had discussed ordering and when the waitress asked for our order I hesitated, so Marge ordered first. Then the waitress turned to me. I had never spoken to any other person as Deanna. A waitress speaks to people all day. Would she detect from my voice that I was a man dressed as a woman? As earlier in the day, I just talked softly.

We remained at the restaurant for over an hour. The waitress came and went many times. Either I had successfully passed as a

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