Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 51 — page 92: what you’re looking at

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JEAN—GENE—JEANNE to exist, he would adhere to this diet. That was all there was. A ghost ship in empty space carrying a madman and his goods on a crazy quest. What had that one sales- woman said? “If, where you are, you cannot find a woman who can wear this one size, then what will you do? Will you have to go away from that station, not showing the women properly, or what will you do? Will you wear them yourself ?”’ } It must be months that he had been living and sleeping in the clothes he wore when he had blasted off. They were looking now like something out of a rag bag. That was because he had not dared to risk bringing other clothes aboard. Such an action would have aroused suspicion. But he was at a different stage now. He couldn’t go on living in these things. Not if he was to keep his self respect. In the jungle it was considered wise to dress for dinner. He would, then, be wise also. Fortunately for him, there were no savages present to jeer. 91 Armed with his shipping lists he opened various con- tainers. Not skirts, but slacks, and a blouse, and underwear, all feeling strangely soft and comfortable after the soiled garments he was delighted to remove. Grinning wryly he moved across to inspect the result in the long mirror built in against the bulkhead. He was not a large man, more wiry than muscular. About average, he always claimed. But, in the mirror, he did not see a man making do with woman’s clothes. He saw a woman. A tall woman, with wide shoulders and small waist, with bright, enquiring, troubled eyes, and nervous, fluttering hands; hands that flew up to cheeks that flamed although there was no other person present, and touched the hair that hung untidily about the ears and neck. He drew back from the glass, and looked down at himself in distress. “I need a drink,”’ he said. Later he braved his reflec- tion again. He was more prepared now for what he comiclbooks.corn