my crossdressing and he didn't appear to mind. He even admit- ted that I looked like a "regular" girl! So for my first night I de- cided to wear my leopard skin outfit, whch was quite an attrac- tion. My nerves were on edge since the time was approaching when I was actually going to be a hostess for a WHOLE evening! I went into the kitchen and mixed myself a drink - and then still another. I was nervous but finally settled down and put on my pretty blouse and skirt, both in leopard. The blouse showed a tinny bit of cleavage, which always made me feel so much like a real girl. It's the "ultimate" in femininity to show a bit of cleavage. I rechecked my makeup and hair but again ar- rived in the kitchen for some more help from "the bottle." Helen had finished dressing and looked like a dream - and I told her so. Her answer was that I, too, looked like a dream. She checked me over and said that I looked just like any other girl. Finally! put on my coat and gloves (girls wore gloves in those times), and it was almost time for Ed to arrive.

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He soon arrived and since it was his second time to see me dressed, he rewarded me with a whistle which helped a lot. Them it was off to the Club for my first night as a hostess!! Arriving at the night club, Helen gave me some pointers on what to do and said that I could take care of the tables for awhile or stay at the hat check stand until business picked up. I decided on the latter. I could feel lots of eyes on me as I walked to the hat check stand and removed my own coat and hung it up. There was little ac- tivity at this time and soon I decided that it might be nice to check my hair and makeup. So, I walked to the powder and as my high heels clicked on

the hard floor, I felt most con- spicuous. But the sound was most thrilling to me. Upon my entrance in the powder room, I checked myself in the long mirror and, finding that all was well, I returned to my station, enjoying, once again, the sound of my heels on the hard floor. Soon I was busily occupied with checking in hats and coats and occasionally engaging in a bit of conversation with the newly arriving patrons. No one ap- peared to notice that I was any- thing but a girl! Business con- tinued to increase and between helping people with their coats and hats and fending off some of the younger fellows, things got very hectic. Some of the fellows. were quite outspoken and I had to tell them "none of that." Most of the men were nice and really didn't pay that much at- tention to me.

At midnight, our floor show

started, accompanied by a nice although small, band. Now we had quite a crowd and there was no time to talk to anyone. After the first floor show, a num- ber of people left and I was re- warded with a good amount of tips as people claimed their hats and coats.

Seeing me alone for a few minutes, Helen came over and suggested that we go powder our noses while there was still time. Each of us grabbed a soft drink on the way there. The powder room has such soft chairs and so many mirrors!! Girls do have such nice pampering at times. There were a few other ladies there who were checking themselves in the mirror, but we sat down, lit cigarettes and leisurely sipped our drinks. Helen said that I was the topic of con- versation among a few people and they wanted to know where I came from.

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"Mr. Carlson, don't you think you're stretching this "en femme" thing a bit too far?"

Cauty

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