undies threaded with pale pink ribbon."

I still recall the long dark curls my cousin wore. I think that my choice of girl friends and later my choice of a wife (now that I look back) was largely determined on this basis. When I add that my mother had lovely hair, though not the dark tresses I love, the thesis that Transvestism is connected with one's mother may apply here in part.

I also remember still her pretty lace-trimmed drawers (as they were then termed). Once her mother said something about putting a pair on me. Delight rose in my bosom but faded when she decided against this. On another occasion, I was the only patient in the isolation ward in my home town and since my case of scarlet fever was a mild one, I had the run of the place and the nurses spoiled me. One day, one of them took me with her when she went to put away clothing of some children previously discharged. (At that time such clothing and toys had to be left at the hospital.) Holding up a pair of pretty lacy drawers the nurse said something about my wearing them, but once again I was sorely disappointed. Eyelet hole lace-trimmed panties still ex- ert a powerful influence on me. If I happen to catch sight of pretty panties on a little girl with bare legs below, I still feel thrilled and I feel certain that this stems from my exper- iences with my cousin. I recall when in grade school a very pretty, talented little girl falling backwards off a form in the classroom. Momentarily I saw her pretty underwear and though I felt sorry that she had fallen, still felt thrilled at the sight. I also felt the same way then, at a school concert, a musically talented little girl, in a frilly frock stood on the stage to play a violin solo. The stage was quite high and the little girl's dress quite short. I am afraid that I did not hear. much of the music but gazed enviously at her very lovely pahties.

During the time I was in undergraduate college, I had no opportunity for crossdressing. The upsurge of puberty no doubt played a part here but I know that once or twice when my family was out I looked through my mother's drawers and found some soft silken bloomers which I had to don. My Transvestism was only more or less dormant.

When I became engaged to my wife I enjoyed buying her lovely

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