The play had just started, when I realized that not only was I the only maiden with painted nails, I was also the only maiden with lipstick, earrings, and a few more beads and bracelets than the others had. I was sure I made a prettier girl than the other three, and it made it easier to act the part.

I remember well how reluctant I was to smear my face with Crisco after the play and wash the makeup off. As the teacher cleaned the polish off my nails, I asked her why she took more effort with me than the others. She answered, simply:

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'Well--you were the Chief's daughter and you gave the intonation to the Gods, so I thought you should have a little more decoration."

This sounded perfectly plausible, and it wasn't un- til the next day that I realized that our Indian scenes, the dance, the intonation, was done by the light of an artificial stage camp-fire with the rest of the stage in darkness, supposedly deep in a forest! No one could see my nails or lipstick! Also, there was no "Chief" and I was not designated as a "Chief's 'daughter. May- hap this teacher was a seer or prophetess?

I can remember no other incidents in my life which can give any clue to the birth of my FPism at 27 years of age. I went through normal adolescense, dating girls, etc. and I would have it no other way. I am happily married, a father, and I get a tremendous thrill every time I cross-dress, wear makeup and lounge around as a girl. I hope that my story--brief as it is-- will add one more bit of testimony to help make more understandable the case for the Transvestite.

NURSERY RHYMES FROM TV-LAND

by TECLA 38-M-2

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet,

She fondled her skirts, full and loose.

So fond of cross-dressing,

She pondered her blessing;

Tom the Piper had fooled Mother Goose!

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