in a converted home in a small New England town. My father was away most of the time trying to scratch out a living for us as a salesman of various and sundry commodities (and, I might add, didn't do too badly for those times.). The landlady was an elderly widow who occupied the ground floor of the house; and, as a source of income, had converted the upper floor into three small apartments and one single large room. This room was directly across the hall from the unit in which my mother and I lived, and was occupied by a very well developed (physically) and uninhibited little wench of about fourteen. She was the ward of the wid- ow, being some sort of a distant relative. Since we were the only young people in the house, we immed- iately became close pals. I called her "Robin"--for two reasons. One, I couldn't stand her real name; and two, because of her favorite outfit. It was a medium gray skirt and a rusty-red sweater which on her rather chesty young body gave the distinct appearance of the bird for which I named her.

Now, please don't misconstrue this relationship. For some very strange reason we never seemed to have the slightest romantic or sexual interests in each other. I say strange for I was beginning by then to notice cer- tain quite new and pleasant feelings toward girls--an awakening sensation that they were not only girls, they were females; and I knew that Robin was not averse to allowing certain boys to enjoy those favors she was (very) capable of bestowing. But however strange, were never more than deep friends. Perhaps it was some unknown perspicasity on her part that she recog- nized my latent femininity; for she certainly was the spark that exploded my dormant transvestism. This is how it all came about.

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I have mentioned her utter lack of inhibitions. She also took a great deal of pride in her burgeoning body, and delighted in flaunting it whenever she could, even to me; and I must concede that it was admirable. Pretty she was not; but built she was. (But I digress-- how stupid I was in those days, I should have digressed then.) However--: there are three items which made a fantastic combination of fortunate circumstances. My mother worked, which required her leaving the house about an hour before I had to; the widow had

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