RANSVESTIA

with her this time in the new film in which she's agreed to star-but I don't want to. I just wouldn't feel right seeing how those people, particularly the men, treat Valerie. It's bad enough watching her in the last movie she made. Seeing men make love to her on the screen really upsets me-but then, no one really knows her the way I do.

She says she's going to quit after one more film-we'll have enough to live on in comfort the rest of our days. But she also says that if this one's a boy, she'll never take another hormone, she'll cut her hair, start wearing pants and have her breasts removed. But somehow we both know that she'll never do it. I don't really worry either. Our love life is one long rapture when we're together and I think I fulfill her in some way she just can't be fulfilled by a man. I believe she knows it, too. And so we go on living each day one after the other just as it comes, me Dorothy Evans, and my husband, Valerie Russell or as the papers say, the girl with the face and figure made in heaven.

the end

"This is little Albert. We haven't

told him he's a little boy yet."

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