I was unable to locate another job, and so had a great deal of free time on my hands. One day, alone in the house and at loose ends, I was just puttering around. My puttering led me to my wife's dresser and a violent awakening of my buried desires. I have since some- times wondered what subconscious reasons we use to choose a mate--in mine was it selecting a girl almost identical in size? At any rate, I found I could we ar any and all of her clothing, making the necessary all- owances for the physical differences in hips, bust and such. For a while I enjoyed a girdle and nylons (they were a new miracle invention then): but an empty bra was no fun. This precipitated a quick trip to the local dime store for some toy balloons (wearing the girdle, nylons and empty bra under my regular outer clothing and half-way there wondering how I would ever live it down if some accident or other tragedy should reveal this unspeakable abberation.). But the trip was made in safety, and once home again I rect- ified the lack of bosom with all haste. So once again I wore feminine clothing at every opportunity. Soon, however (and financially fortunately) another job pop- ped up; and I was back to my old status. There were a few rare times when I could indulge in my desires, but they were very rare. Thus a few more years passed. new jobs, new homes, a war, a new state and a new life. Mother was no longer living with us, a child was coming, the few days sojourn in the maternity ward gave me another chance to indulge in my secret life for a too few hours a day. The return of my wife and my #1 son squelched that--for a while. I had begun to feel that there was something radically wrong with me by then, and so I fought this weird compulsion at every step. But it had by then really become a com- pulsion, and as you no doubt can realize I grabbed every chance to dress. There weren't many, but an occasional night baby-sitting while my wife went to the movies with a friend, and a delightful week when she went back home for a visit when I couldn't get away from work-- there were these golden moments, and more years passed.

By this time, I had gotten involved in the field in which I am now, electronics--basically radio repair and maintaince; and television was the big thing of the day. Permit me a small boost--I was pretty good

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