pleases me better than to don feminine garments and work around the house. In my wife's absence I can do this at times.

I have been called artistic. I recall, when young, taking great pride in arranging the table and floral decorations when visitors were expected and many favorable comments were made on my efforts. Comments too, have been made on my choice of gifts and when I purchase clothing for my granddaughters, salesladies usually say how attractive and suitable it is.

In

I was born in England though, when about eight went with my parents to one of the Dominions. While in England, I usually spent several weeks with my maternal grandmother. In the home were several aunts who made much of me. There was also a favor- ite girl cousin whom I loved dearly and envied too for her fine frilly attire. We played together, cut out paper dolls, and sometimes were put to bed together when visitors crowded in. We talked of many things. As a result of my professional training, I should imagine that under such conditions some sexual exper- imentation would take place, but if so these were repressed. I would imagine this to be the case since my mother was quite a prude where sex was concerned and I trad to find out about sex in my own way. Some months ago, this favorite cousin of mine (now a war widow) wrote to me and we resumed our correspondence. one btter I asked if I had ever been dressed in girl's clothing as my grandmother always had at least one maid and I had read of some of the things maids can do with little boys. I could not recall ever having been dressed that way but wondered about it in view of my Transvestism. In her reply, my cousin wrote, "You ask me about dressing up in my clothes. Yes you did and I can tell you how it came about. You always felt it wasn't fair that little girls could wear frillies and gay colours and you really coveted a little feathered set of cap, necklet and muff I was wearing on Sundays that winter. Well, as it happened, my Auntie Edith got married while you were living at N....and I was the bridesmaid with an extra frilly white dress with a huge sash and a floppy hat with pink rosebuds and when you saw me driving off in all my glory that was the last straw. You were discovered later sitting in state arrayed in my complete Sunday outfit, vel- vet dress, scarlet coat, hat, necklet, muff the lot and you had- n't been satisfied with the top layers either but had fallen for

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