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in feminine clothes than I had previously imagined.

In about 1954, at which time I would have been about 29 years old, my wife and I were invited to a masquerade party. We decided to attend it as chorus girls. I didn't go for the idea at first but my curiosity about seeing how it would feel to doll up as a girl was a deciding factor. We obtained the necessary costumes (including a wig for me) high heeled shoes, even a girdle to hold my waist in. With the help of my wife I transformed my male appearance into that of a rather attractive girl. My legs were shaved for the first time in my life and although it felt "silly" I was somehow amazed and stimulated at seeing how shapely they were. We went all the way with complete makeup, falsies and all. I hadn't dreamed I could turn out to be so pretty considering my 175 lbs. and 6 ft. height

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To make a long story short, we attended the party, and were a sensation. No one there could believe the trans- Iormation they saw in me. I had numerous compliments on my legs, figure, beauty, etc. At first I felt rediculous and self-conscious, But, strangely I got over this feeling and was beginning to realize that I was ENJOYING this experience more than I SHOULD. I felt completely at home in the high heels and I found myself walking more and more like a woman and sitting like one, even elevating my voice in imitation of a woman, Too, I realized that this was "stimulating" and "thrilling" to me from the sensual view point. I ex- perienced a free, exhilerating, uplifing feeling I'd not known before. When the party was over and we returned home I found that instead of being eager to get out of those fem- inine clothes, I was wanting to stay in them awhile.

Coincidance or "fate" or whatever you want to call it, provided two more opportunities for me to dress as a woman soon after this first experience. I eagerly participated in both. One was a church affair, and I attended it dressed as a bathing beauty--"iss Sunthin'-or-other", The "thrill" of these experiences increased to a point of ecstasy. I now realized I was "hooked" on transvestism. I then under- stood why some men enjoyed cross-dressing. It no longer