RANSVESTIA

turned my back on the other car, ostensibly to try recognizing some landmarks and comparing them with what the map showed, but to no avail. The breeze played mischievously with my skirt, so I did not prolong my pose there, but resumed my seat in the car. I had been trying to find a small wood from on high, or some other place suit- able for my "sex-change," but in vain. I drove away, not looking to see if the youth was still watching me, and headed for the hilly countryside, indicated with the sign on the map as "Scenic Drive." I lost my way at one point, and stopped another car, driven by a smart lady, to ask directions, but she was also a stranger to the dis- trict. Eventually I reached open country, but even a continuously changing view always held some cottage, or farm house, or similar domicile, never too far away, and no small copses to be seen any- where.

Finally, in desperation, I stopped the car on a long straight stretch of road, with the nearest visible house over a quarter of a mile away. Keeping inside the car as much as possible, I sadly did a complete change, ensuring that every trace of makeup was gone. With a quite heavy heart, I packed all of my lovely nylon, dainty, fragile things away in their suitcase, then my wig, makeup, jewelry, etc., and drove, a very different person in every way, back to the city and to a dif- ferent motel.

ENNIS

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"Gee, I'd like to get into your pants... and . bra and slip and dress and those naughty high heel shoes, too!"