kind of like this too." This proved to be a slip; equal- ly fancy in silk with even more lavish lace than the panties and bra. This was a pale blue; and wasn't quite the perfect fit of the other items, but wonderful- ly adjustable. We then added to the rest of the outfit, ignoring the short hair, until I was her sister again. The dress was the same one as the first day, the blue floral voile; more or less my pet. These items made up my own special wardrobe for a long time thereafter.

But time has a way of changing things, and one day it was all over. We moved away, Robin's promis- cuity had finally gotten her into trouble and she was sent away also. On the surface I had begun to over- come some of my own problems and was accepted by a few other boys (two of which I number as very good friends even today). There were many times I longed for the clothing now long-lost and for some of the heart- tugging rememberances of past days with Robin; but these dreams were closed up and eventually for- gotten. There came a period of quite a few years when transvestism lay asleep. True, I still got a thrill out of a glimpse of pretty underthings whenever the opportunity arose, and I would at times dream through the pages of the women's section in a mail- order catalog. Or I would stop and furtively peek in a store window when I was sure no one would see me doing such a thing as admiring feminine garments. So I matured, slowly. My life became "normal"; and in- evitably marriage reared its head. For a while my primary interest in girl's clothing was to get it off the girls as soon as possible; to get down to the fundamen- tals, as it were. But with marriage once again a set of circumstances arose which triggered what had been almost dead and forgotten.

Prosperity was still around that long sought corner despite the advent of the "New Deal" and other inov- ations of the time; and for economic reasons my wife and I and my mother all lived together. My father had died shortly before my marriage, resulting in this arrangement, but we worked things out as well as poss- ible. All three of us had jobs--for a while. Then came a time when only the women of the family were working; I had been suddenly severed. For some time

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