We have had 3 children, a boy in 1952, a girl in 1954 and another boy in 1956. Married life ran smoothly. Each Sunday, while the family visited the in-laws, I'd try on my wife's clothes, (she's a little short waisted for me). This seemed to "charge my batteries" for the week ahead.

In 1957 the fateful day arrived when she discovered THE suitcase in the basement. I try to forget the furor she raised because our marriage seemed destined for the rocks. Our minister held us together mostly for the children's sake. I burned all my things to prove my love but I couldn't resist the urge while I traveled to rebuild this wardrobe.

In 1958 my wife noticed that my breasts were enlarging. This was during the Christine era and she was sure I was treading the same path. While I had no desires in this direction, I didn't seem to be concerned enough about my "New Frontier". Why should I, wasn't this the crowning touch of realism? I was proud of and pleased with my breasts. They were certainly an asset for Bobbie, but I found that they posed many problems for her brother who had to carry them around most of the time.

I found out why some jobs just aren't for women! Take storm windows for example. The ladder is rough, and when carrying the windows up or down it each rung is murder because the breasts get in the way. I gained weight to hide my two new "Friends", but I couldn't take my coat off in the office, I couldn't go swimming with my boys and other things, so I decided that something had to be done so I could return to normalcy.

The doctor I saw said only a complete hospital checkup could get to the root of the trouble. It could be anything from a hormone unbalance to a brain tumor. The incoming measurement taken was 9 cm (about 3") from the chest to the point. After being probed and punctured the tests indicated that I must have ingested some female hormones, but where? After retracing my steps I found that a mach- ine I helped design and had to service was being used for putting up female hormones in pill form. While I was adjusting it over a period of time, the dust from it which I inhaled resulted in a gradual grow- th of breast tissue.

In looking back to this period I can recall no change in my libedo or my attitude toward men. However, I do recall that I had less de- sire to dress. Maybe someone can explain this. I do recall that I took a sudden surprising liking to children. I'd pause and watch

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