was wearing, but the new cloth- ing was clean and pressed. I re- turned to the hotel and changed my clothing. I rolled my old clothing and left them on the chair. I hated to leave everything behind but it was necessary. At 12 noon I was back in the Gesta- po Office. The little man smiled and announced, "You are right on time, here are your papers. As I turned to leave, he added, "I hope you enjoy your trip.” I immediately bought a ticket to Paris. I had an hour until my train left so I went to a little cafe and ate a bowl of vegetable soup. I returned to the station 15 min- utes before my train left and went directly to the platform. To my horror the French police- man was standing there. He did not notice me at first, but when he did, he started to walk to- wards me. The train arrived at this time and I climbed aboard. He did not bother me and the trip to Paris was uneventful.

I arrived in Paris at 3:30 a.m. and immediately took a train to a suburb on the North side of the city. I needed help so I ap- proached a French woman in the ticket office. I told her in Ger- man who I was, but she did not understand. Then I tried English, but she still did not understand; finally she called a young man from the freight room who could speak English. I told him who I was. He looked me over from head to foot and finally asked me to wait until 6 a.m. when he got off from work.

He took me home and hid me in their attic until the rest of my escape could be arranged. Since my disguise had worked so well, I continued to travel as a girl and was never questioned. The French helped by supplying me

with clothing, makeup and even a hairdresser. When I reached the coast, I put my disguise aside. I felt it would be best to meet the British patrol boat as a man. A French fisherman agreed to take

out to sea; however, he was stopped by a German patrol boat shortly after putting to sea. I was identified and sent to Col- ditz Preson where I spent the rest of the War.

A LADY AT LAST

I am a young lady named Kimberley Anne.

For years I've lain dormant, inside a man.

He's hidden me, his femme self, away from the world,

In the closet I've lingered, Oh, such a sad girl!

I've struggled and pleaded and longed to be free, To meet other girls, who, like me, are Tvs.

I've yearned to wear dresses, have high heels on my feet, And, if I could pass, even walk down the street!

But my boyself's been nervous, you know, the fear, Of taking that first step, I'm sure, don't you dear? He's waited and waited; the years have slipped by. But he'll no longer deny me; Do you know why?

He knows that his Kimberley just has to live, He's half woman, remember, and life has so much to give! So now, as I write this, my mind in a whirl, I'm taking that first step toward being a “girl”.

I've left fear behind me, and with it it's stigma. Yes, Kimberley Anne is joining Tri-Sigma!

Kimberley Anne Toronto, Canada