and set camp. A very helpful man came over and wanted to see the camper inside. Maxine gave him a tour while Leisa

man,

went out, heels and all, hunting for pine The cones. although the real sincere help- ful type sure did scare Leisa; lucky for her Maxine was able to field all the questions; un- lucky for us our generator light came on as we set up and with helpful little friend we elected not to raise the hood which would have brought him nearer to our camp.

our

No belts

Next morning Leisa was committed to dressing again and to helping get on the road. Once started we stopped and Leisa got her brother out to look at the car. broken, no fuses blown; we had to go to a dealer to learn a fuse that controls gas pressure was faulty. We were on our way once again and even with the flust- ration of having to change we stopped and let Leisa back out. We spent most of the day driving with Maxine to help with the gas and the talking when needed. Everything went just fine and we drove till dark. We made it to a state park in Tennessee (Tims Ford State Park), Maxine payed the collector their money for the hookups.

Next morning it was up as Leisa again- so glad to be wearing panties, hose, girdle, and bra as opposed to brothers clothing even if I was still in jeans and a sweater. As luck would have it -the generator light came on- again; nothing wrong could be found so another stop for broth- er Larry to appear and back to another car dealer. This time a short in the electrical wires under a fuse block was found and again we were off. I cannot begin to tell you how frustated I was and how irritable I had

gotten

—

each time Leisa came

out something had to go wrong with the car it just wasn't

fair.

ex-

After a couple of hours on the road and the car was doing well, Maxine said "You really ought to dress again", I tried to tell her it wasn't worth it, but she insisted I needed more perience out in public. With that remark I stopped and put on a new dress complete with slip, hose, panties, girdle and bra, with purse in hand I set off to be in the public for a while long-

er.

We were a little bit behind on our schedule so we drove until the dark hours and stopped at Petit Jean State Park in Arkansas. Close to home and having to change back to Larry, It was strange to have to do in Petit Jean State Park a female who came to America disguised as a man as a sailor, with her husband who was also a sailor. The next day Larry made it on to Oklahoma City so Maxine could make her appointment with the surgeons. Maxine is out and although still having pain, is out of any danger. She will start some medication to help her at the end of this month. I believe as soon as she begins to feel better so will I.

As for myself, I am still having a war between Leisa and Larry, leaving Larry awfully depressed and Maxine very frust- rated from my depression, but we both are better than we were a week ago. At work Larry is being kept busy conducting a new officer school and surviving quite well.

AB

- 18.

TO GOD

I've thought about being female Ever since the age of three And saw the difference to myself And of how things were to be

I said to God "What have you Done" There must be some mistake! You must in fact take me back And a female you must make

Now I've been praying many years Ard nothing has been done And I can honestly say that living this way Has certainly not been fun It has caused a lot of grief And pain and sorrow too But now I find in my mind That God has been true

God didn't give me a body Shaped to my design He gave me wonderful feelings To be gentle and to be kind!!

He wants me to go out there And be the best that I can be He wants me to be faithful To all humanity

And when my quest is finished And they lay my body to rest Then I will meet my maker Knowing that I did my best!

By Janet Lee

When you wake up in the morning In a nightie soft and gleaming And you realize it's really yours You thank your mother once again For all her plans and scheming To change you from son into daughter

When you've finished with your makeup And you're happy with your face And your necklace and your earrings Are delightfully in place

And your mirror is a picture Of female charm and grace It's just so superb as a daughter

A couple of smart young misses Friskily blows the breeze Lifting our light silk dresses Swiftly above our knees

But with quite nice legs to bless us We don't really mind who sees

The wind just keeps on blowing A waste getting our hair done Our pretty pink slips are showing My stockings have got a run Nobody else is knowing That we are mother and son

FMR - Australia