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ing congratulating myself on my safe arrival, I saw that the lights in the apartment below where I was staying alone were still on though it was after eleven on a Sunday night. The two young divorcees who live there know Frances well so I decided to go down and show them my outfit. I slipped at the top of the stairs and as there were no railings I landed on my head at the bottom. I broke my glasses and received a deep gash over my left eye. The girls heard me fall and came out to help me. After seeing the deep cut they took charge and called an ambulance and in no time I was lying on a table being stitched up by a surgeon in emergency. There I was, all dressed up in wig, make-up, corsets, heels and all.

This is it, I thought grimly: police, reporters, publicity and ridicule. I had risked and I had lost. So I decided I might as well relax, take what comes and enjoy the fact that I was dressed as a lady.

After stitching me up the doctor said, "I'll have to remove your wig to tape on the bandage, lady, but don't let that worry you, we see lots of women here who have to wear wigs but they don't all look as good as you do for your age."

"Should I prepare a room for her, doctor?" asked the nurse who stood by.

Could it be possible that they don't know I'm a male, I wondered. The girls had followed me to the hospital with my pocketbook and wallet and had signed me in. They told me later that the receptionist after getting my name and address, had asked if she had a husband. The girls answered, "No, she has a wife, and she isn't a 'she'-she's a a 'he." The girls said the receptionist remarked that "she" certainly doesn't look it but that she would have to put down "male" for the hospital records. "And that's all there was to it, Frances," said my friends. "All she wanted was the correct information for the records." Also they told me they had asked a nurse who came out of the operat- ing room if a doctor had seen me and if I was all right. The nurse told them that the doctors were there now and that I was very pleasant and acting like a perfect little lady.

Before the nurse asked about preparing a room for me I had been x- rayed and examined thoroughly for any further head injury. Suddenly the doctor asked me, "What day is it?" I answered it was Monday the fourth. He said, "You're a little ahead of yourself, aren't you?" I could

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