RANSVESTIA

He started by asking, "Who was that big mary I saw you with?"

"What? Who? Where? When?"

"You know. The tall, blonde piece who came to the meeting at with you; at least I was sure she was with you."

"Oh, you mean Chris?"

"Yes, if that's the one."

"That's no mary, that's my TV friend, Chris."

"You're joking!"

"I'm not. Honestly!"

"Well, I'll go to sea!! Will she be around again?"

"Some time, probably."

"Oh."

Needless to say, learning of this exchange made for me even more memorable an evening already to be cherished among my tiny

victories.

Next morning, I had arranged, somewhat reluctantly, to leave and drive to another city to stay with a widower friend, some hours' drive away. It was still raining after breakfast, and postponing to the last possible moment, the re-emergence of my brother, I went out to inspect the car in daylight wearing unisex clothes. That is to say, the usual femme undies, black satin body shirt, still with the sleeping bra and foam fillers, and brick colored crimplene slacks. Because of the rain, I still wore the femme shoes, and a plastic grey raincoat and sou'wester completed my getup. I soon located the trouble and easily fixed it, then tested the engine to make sure, and loaded up the car with my luggage.

I kissed and thanked M most sincerely for all the encouragement and understanding, and drove away. I soon felt uncomfortable driving thus dressed, and decided why not? So only a few miles were

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