them at play. I'd admire the little girl's attire. Normally, I'd only watch the boys play ball and pass the little children as if they weren't even there.

At first the doctor prescribed male hormones but after this failed, I had the breasts removed surgically.

With my badge of authenticy gone, my wife thought my TV urge should have departed too. When it didn't, to keep peace in the fam- ily, I consulted a psychiatrist. I could write a whole article of my couch adventures, but this short verbal exchange will give you some idea.

"When you look at yourself in the mirror fully dressed, whom do you see, yourself as a woman or another woman?"

"I see another woman.

"This woman, do you love her?"

"No, not like my wife but one that is always with me, agreeable with everything I do because she's me. He frowned.

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"When you dress, at what point do you feel that you have changed personality?"

"When I put on my wig.

"When you undress, do you ever have trouble returning to your male self?"

"No, never.

We even got to the ink blots (I still think the last one looked like a fortified harbor entrance, but what should it look like, they never tell you.)

The gist of all this was that a "cure" at my time of life is diff- icult and expensive. As long as I keep my present balance of out- look on life, nothing need be feared. It would remain to have my wife accept my femmeself as I have. With the help of my aunt, my wife, after one visit with the Doctor, is a changed person. Charles (Virginia) also helped when he spoke with her during a Chicago visit. I'll never expect her to be accepting but she is tolerant. While she has no desire to see me dressed in person, she has seen photos of me.

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