RANSVESTIA

If I had been a man she would have asked me to hang my coat in the hall closet. Without thinking she ushered me into her bedroom and laid my jacket, bag and gloves on the bed. That was a very rewarding gesture as far as I was concerned. The evening was most relaxed and wonderful. Conversation was easy and general with the odd remark on how well I handled myself, sat and walked. My voice I didn't even attempt to change. Towards midnight we had a snack, tea in tiny cups, small sandwiches and little cakes which she put together in the kitchen while I sat and we talked. When she finished she said, "This isn't much of a refreshment for a man but to tell you the truth it's what I would get for a girl friend and I did it automatically." The crowning compliment. I said not to worry-it was fine and I didn't mind a bit.

At the door, after powdering my nose and tidying my hair, I swore her to secrecy. She agreed that it was no one's business but ours and mentioned for the second time how much she had enjoyed the evening. I thanked her for her hospitality and told her I had enjoyed it too-more than she ever dreamed.

About four years ago our lodge was having our annual dance and again entertainment had to be arranged. For the previous couple of years I had handled the entertainment but stayed clear of women's parts for myself. Several of the men in the lodge, I had grown up with at church and they were fully aware of my other skill but saw it as part of my aptitude as a general amateur entertainer.

This year the wife of one of the committee members suggested we do a legitimate fashion show for the girls and we could probably get one of the stores to sponsor it as our lodge was rather affluent and there was probably a great deal of potential business for the store. She suggested that the wives of a few of the members could do the modelling. Someone, not me, suggested in jest that we throw in a couple of the men without comment and see what would happen. Surprisingly the girl laughed and said if we could get a couple that were good enough it would be fun. I was designated to find two men to do it. The first member I approached was in the fashion design business and flatly refused. "I see enough of that crap in this business as it is without doing it myself," he said.

The second chap I knew to be somewhat of an extrovert and he said, "I will if you will." The perfect deal, from my point of view, was

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