my first date with a girl--two girls, in fact, since I had no in- tention of sharing my new acquaintances with anyone else. Besides, being a transvestite I had no friends except the store employees, since I could not risk anyone coming to my apartment and finding me in girl's clothes, complete with wig, heels and everything.

For the date I chose a complete feminine wardrobe, but still not overly feminine. I wore black lace panties and no bra, of course, not wanting a feminine outline on the streets. I just want- ed as many feminine articles as I could wear and still be sufficient- ly masculine. I often wore this pseudo feminine outfit. For a blouse I had a girl's "v" neck tee shirt, since I didn't want to risk the right-left buttoning of a shirt or cardigan sweater or the feminine folding of a sweater without buttons. For slacks I wore a pair of girl's slacks I had bought in a real long-legged size. By buying the real long tall girl size I merely cut them off up on the leg leaving them more or less untapered instead of having a severe tapered leg. This allowed me to wear them on the street. The fly fastened to the right as did men's so they actually passed for men's pants except that the pockets in front were less roomy and if one was very discerning the crotch was not made exactly as it is in men's trousers. Also the back pockets were fake with only flaps that buttoned down. I didn't cuff them since some of the ivy league styles were cuffless. My basic desire was to wear clothes that other girl's were wearing so I didn't spoil the initial style if I could avoid it. Nothing thrilled me more than meeting a girl in a gay bar and seeing her wearing a tee shirt or blouse and slacks like mine. For shoes, I had a pair of girl's loafers that had rather thick soles. The vamp was naturally shorter but in a size ten the appearance was definitely mannish. I was careful not to take out the brand name in the sole as it told the world that they were girl's loafers when I slipped them off in the casual manner some people practice. For stockings I bravely wore bobby sox with the less flagrant ribbing. A girl's narrow belt with a cute buckle finished my psuedo outfit. I carried a girl's billfold with the flap buttoning tab and wore a girl's watch with a heavy girl's band. So while to the casual observer I looked like a slim stylish male, probably a college boy on my way to a date, I was in fact dressed entirely in feminine clothes from my pink skin out, even a girl's undershirt instead of a bra.

I would of course prefer to be dressed completely in female clothes. Real girl's garments--skirts, dresses, and high heels--

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