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THE FRILL OF IT ALL!

By SANDY THOMAS

WITH SOME CONCEPTS FROM TRANSVESTIA FICTION

ILLUSTRATIONS BY GABI

Everyone changes during their freshman year in college. I was no different. My folks had died a short time before in an accident but fortunately, my parents had left more than enough insurance money for me to live on and complete my education.

At first, I lived in the dorm. Being on my own for the first time in my life, I was open to a lot of things I normally wouldn't have even considered.

The dorm was crowded so I found an apartment WITH A GIRL! She was unlike any girl I'd ever meet. Beautiful, confident and with the best sense of humor. Sharing an apartment with Margaret was wonderful and before we realized it, we were in love. "Shacking up" was not something that my parents would have approved of and I was sure her's wouldn't either.

It didn't matter. We were now making our own decisions! I moved out of my little bedroom and into hers. We began "playing house". We kept separate phone lines so her parents wouldn't catch me answering her phone. We were just kids out in the world enjoying the new freedom.

We tried smoking which neither of us liked and Margaret convinced me to grow my hair out----into that scraggly "emancipated" look that most of the guys had.

I had Margaret trim the bottom to prevent it from getting really shaggy. It was quite long and one length from the top to bottom which I wore brushed straight back. We were having the time of our life.

On the whole, Margaret and I got along with each other except that sometimes her practical jokes got on my nerves. It was hard to complain. I guess that was what I really loved about her. . .she could make the