heeled shoes and perhaps a bathrobe. I just sat around for the evening, watching television.

Two daughters were born to us and the next year, 1963, I was discharged from the service. The position that I had held for awhile had required that I report for work about 4:30 in the morning. Being married, I was allowed to live off base in town -- some 15 miles from the job. The bright idea of slipping on a dress, shoes and a headscarf appealed to me for the purpose of stopping along the way to obtain a newspaper from a corner news-stand. I even went into several 24 hour laundromats to get some change. Naturally I would do these things ONLY if no- one was around and at that time in the morning there were few people around.

Had I confined myself to a neighborhood area I might have been all right. You see, each time I "got away with it" I got a little more bolder and finally I decided to take a stroll in the down-town area. And for a few mornings it went fine until that one fateful early morning.

I had just parked the car along a side street with my male clothes in the back seat. This would allow me to change back into my male clothes before getting to work. Anyway, as I was rounding a corner on the almost deserted streets, there was a police car. I was some distance from my car and just plain froze - I couldn't move! Finally I turned and walked back in the direction had come from. But, evidently my walking was considerably erratic because the patrol car began following me.

Slowly they eased past me and pulled over to the curb at the next street corner. What could I do but continue walking towards them! There was no place to run and I had already probably given myself away by showing my fright at seeing the patrol car.

One of the officers got out of the car and came towards me. He asked if I was feeling all right and from the tone of his voice he probably thought that I was a woman. The street lighting was rather poor so 'passing"as a woman was accom- plished with little effort under such conditions. BUT, having to stop and SPEAK to someone was an entirely different matter!! The jog was up so instantly I confessed that I was a male at which point I was escorted to the squad car and taken to the station.

Once inside the station, I was interrogated by the officer in charge, who said that about all they could charge me with would be disturbing the peace. But that would have been hard for them to prove as I was not making any kind of scene out on the streets, nor was bothering anyone and I was certainly not

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