was "barrowed" from my pretty little niece, who visit- ed us one summer. I filled it out with a couple of pair of Mothers stockings, and was thrilled to see how realistic those little bumps looked on the front of my shirt or sweater. Make-up and long hair or wigs were not available in those days, so I had to wear whatever I could get hold of that was feminine. A pair of stock- ings with runs, a slip with the lace ripped off the edge, or panties where the elastic had stretch out of shape. Never-the-less they represented "heaven" to me, and they were worn every available moment in all combi- nations. Outside of the plays and musicals at school, most of my dressing-up had to be confined to the house when the folks were out.

I grew up to be quite a" devil " with the girls in our group, since I liked them anyway--they were soft and fun to cuddle and kiss. They seemed to like me in preference to some of the older and I am sure rougher boys who were a little more demanding" on the m than I. We continuously played games in my play- house, those in which I would usually start out as the enchanted boy who always turned into a beautiful girl princess in the last act. I never let a girl friend play that one part, believe me.

So little by little the desire to dress continued to grow, opportunities were found or made, or I would simply do it on my own, and enjoy the fun of turning into a girl al by myself.

More and better underthings gradually progressed to dresses, then a little touch of make-up, and finally going all-out" to be a girl in every possible way, even in my thinking. While it is true that my normal boy life continued in school activities such as tennis and swimming, that actual happiness of dressing up as a girl, and the sensations derived from literally "being a girl," continued to amplify my normal desires along that line. No opportunity was lost for dressing up. Much reading was done in the libraries on the subject. Profound and complicated medical books were poured thru trying to learn as much as possible about my de- sires.