Transvestia

RAN

ness!) and one year "good behavior." This means that if I am arrested again for the same offense anywhere, I must also serve their 30 days in their sanitary jail. This is the local version of probation without a probation officer. All of my clothing was held for evidence, displayed in court in a paper bag held up while the prosecutor described the contents. With the two continuances, the attorney didn't know or remember about the 30-day limit on "criminal” evidence, so I lost an outfit, Timex and the pretty shoes.

Now after many happy, frightened and relaxed strolls over a period of more than 25 years, I am closeted and stroll only around our tiny, three-room apartment. The attorney was willing to pursue the case on constitutional grounds. I just couldn't afford the additional cost and possible publicity. This happened after an eight-month period of job hunting. Middle-aged semi-pros are on the back row of the used car lot of employment agencies.

Virginia, bless her, was a great help with advice and moral support. I wish to thank her for all of us.

So now, all I can do for about five more months is to sit here, in this lovely outfit (guess which type!) and try to issue a warning to all of you to check the local law before you go out as a lady in a public place. If anyone knows a place that our public strolling is not illegal, east of the Mississippi, please let me know.

I was thinking of asking the judge for a special 24-hour parole for Halloween, but we decided on a visit to a club 80 miles away for their female impersonator party. And, on Halloween night, we stayed home to avoid a long trip on a stormy night.

All dressed up and no place to go

again!