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be, and may I add you make a very pretty miss." Alan returned to the living room with a happy smile on his face, and related this inter- change to his mother, at the same time feeling more confidence than he had before about appearing as a girl.

Mr. Evans on the other hand, walked down the garden path, saying to himself, "Well, I never, I wonder what that was all about and why." But also convinced that this was not the usual "dress up” lark he had witnessed. Mr. Evans not not the type of man to gossip with the other people on his route, and consequently said nothing further about the incident until he was home having dinner, when he recounted the incident in detail. His wife knew about all the people he served as this was a favorite subject of their conversations over dinner. As a result she knew of the Wrights, the mother and the boy, but could offer no suggestions as to why a fifteen year old boy should suddenly and without apparent embarrassment appear publicly before a man he had known for years, attired as a girl complete with earrings, make- up and permanently waved hair done in a feminine manner. Their son David listened with more than usual interest. He made no comment however, as he did not want his parents to know he found the subject discussed to be exciting. He first contemplated visiting the neighborhood where the Wrights lived in the hope of getting a glimpse of Alan attired as a girl, but reluctantly gave up the idea.

One other occasion where Alan was appearing in public as Jenny, was taking care of his daily chore of picking up the milk and bread each morning from a small "mom and pop" grocery store at the end of their street. Here again his mother insisted that Alan run his errand as usual, and now that he had turned his back completely on his boy's wardrobe since the start of vacation, there was no alternative but to go as he was presently dressed. On this occasion he was wearing a pink and white cotton dress, pantyhose, shoes with medium two-inch heels, white necklace and matching earrings in his pierced ears. He started off down the street with some trepidation, but although he passed several people they were none that he knew, and no one paid him other than a passing glance. Mr. and Mrs. Swartz were rather elderly people who had run this neighborhood store most of their lives, having seen all the young people over the years grow up and move away. Never having had children of their own they did not attempt to understand them but accepted them for what they appeared to be, prepared to be friendly providing the children were well behaved, which Alan had always been. Alan was blushing a

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