RANSVESTIA

Dr. Lewis came in then and ushered me out of the room again and I was busy enough that I didn't see Terry leave. I don't think I was really thinking too much about it either until Mrs. Francek came bubbling over to me later.

"Hey, Dot," she said. "I think I've found someone to live with you," she was positively beaming.

"Who?" I said quickly.

"Terry Evans," she said excitedly. I hadn't told her why there was an M on Terry Evans' health card, and, now, she'd clearly forgotten about it. "She was telling me that she can't find a place to share anywhere in the city. I told her all about you, and she said she'd love to share with you. She said she had to go but she left you this number to call her." She bubbled on for a while about what a nice girl Terry was, how charming and well-spoken and so well dressed.

I could hardly contain my disappointment 'cause for a moment I'd thought that Mrs. Francek had really got something. But fancy, I couldn't share my apartment with a man, now could I? Not even a part-man like Terry Evans. But as Mrs. F. rattled on with only an occasional hum of encouragement from me, the idea began to form in my head that Terry Evans wasn't really a man at all, was he? Just thinking of the way he'd looked the three times I'd met him made me start to wonder. Who knows? Despite what Dr. Lewis said, Terry Evans might soon be just as much a woman as the rest of us. And who else would know except for Dr. Lewis, and I didn't have to tell him, and I could keep my apartment, and I didn't have to see much of Terry Evans at all. My thoughts raced on and on. I didn't tell Mrs. Francek at all, of course, that I'd phone. I just said I'd think about it which left her puzzled and a little put out with my lack of enthusiasm.

Terry moved in that same night. He was a blonde in a black dress and raincoat when we met again. It took him three trips from his last place, wherever that was, with his clothes alone, to move in. As he unpacked and put things away, I just had to watch, goggle-eyed, at the marvellous clothes he had, and not a pair of pants in the whole lot! "No," he said with a smile when I asked him, "I don't feel right in long pants. I've a few pairs of hot pants in the white case if you want to look-but that's about all the pants you'll ever see me in."

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