RANSVESTIA

Then I found a couple of pictures of a familiar lookin' blonde.

I then checked the sizes on the various clothes. I checked the sizes of the female clothing and the male clothing and found they cor- responded almost exactly.

When I got back to the office, I began to realize why the blonde had looked familiar. On a hunch I compared the blonde's picture, which I had taken, with Jennings' photo. There definitely was a resemblance. The likeness of the two photos, the slip of paper and the similarity in sizes between the male and female clothes began to prey on my mind. Could what I was thinking really be true?

I decided to go back to the hotel and check on my hunch. First, though, I checked my .38 magnum to be sure it was fully loaded. I hoped I wouldn't need it, but if I did I didn't want to run out of ammo after a couple of shots.

I went back to the hotel, and, the desk being unmanned, I went to the room number on the slip of paper. I knocked on the door.

A pleasant feminine voice called out, "Come in."

I opened the door and saw the blonde in the photos sitting there.

"Mr. Thunder, I presume?" she queried?

"Yes. And I presume that you're Neil Jennings?" Yes, that was my hunch, crazy as it seems. Jennings and the blonde were the same person!

"Yes, Mr. Thunder, I'm Neil Jennings. Although I'm known as Cathy Jennings now. But how did you figure all this out?" she replied.

"Between your "before" and "after" photos, that slip of paper and the clothes, it wasn't too difficult," I replied.

"If you'll sit down and join me for a drink, Mr. Thunder, I'll explain everything," she said.

I agreed.

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