The Advent of April

by April (5-B-6FPE)

The April of my life has been 32 years in coming. She's my new person. She has owned the name a scant six months but loves it far more than the other "handle" which still must remain for reasons of utility. I'm having such fun living in the person of April--discov- ering the newly practical aspects of being feminine--feminine beyond the shadow of a doubt before my peers (those who are women by chance) Converting fancy to fact is a labor of love which all TV's necess- arily perform in varying degrees depending on endowment, artfulness and incentive. I must still perform the precious tasks painstakingly In many cases such as care of the wig, feminine posture and poise, modulated voice, etc. I'm still a tyro but simple desire has sharp- ened my eye and I'll soon step daintily from the ranks of the begin- ners. When that is possible the advent of April will have come full turn.

I'm a big girl, 6′ 2′′ tall, 170 lbs. 37, 29 (it's a cinch), 38. I can manage a tall size 16 dress and I'm happy to say that I shop avidly for them in any and all of the dozen or 80 retail outlets in the immediate area. I'm the first to admit that it is a most unus- ual phenomenon to see a man frequently shopping for women's clothes. For a while it bothered me and I used to catch myself blushing be- fore a salesgirl, but not any more. I've decided that in the event of a remark or a question from any of them who have come to know me, I'm going to answer simply and honestly. I've always been friendly and courteous to them and I'm sure that if they felt familiar enough to inquire about my business they would be friendly and courteous in receiving my answer.

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But a story such as this should be told from the beginning. was born into a Catholic family the first of four children (three boys and one girl). My mother is a college graduate and a grade school teacher. My father is also a college graduate and a civil engineer. During my early years my father was away from home a great deal because of his work and my mother frequently knew periods of loneliness. I'm afraid my younger brother and I were no great comfort during these periods. We were always up to some sort of mischief--guaranteed to scare the wits out of the unwary.

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