Roma

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by Roma (FSA-H-2)

Wonderland

I'm Roma, and I'm glad of it. Though let's be frank, I owe most of my ability to feel pleased with myself to somebody else "June". She took me in hand and patiently taught me to be as near as outraged nature would permit to what I'd always wanted to be. Perhaps even a little nearer. This roughly, is how it happened.

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In 1957, after years of increasing FP activity, I left the family home and took an apartment of four rooms in a beautiful and fashionable building way over on the other side of the city. There I planned to live as much of my life in a feminine role as my business and conveniently limited social obligations would allow. I had an interior decorator in and said "furnish, uip and decorate this entirely bare apart- ment for my sister who is going to live here alone and who has a super-feminine, exotic senscious nature. And that is precisely wh- at the man did. You should have seen it-- all it was short of was mirrored walls in the bathroom, a swans-down seat for the john and a built-in Afghan Hound. I loved it, but the few ordinary friends who visited me (and the janitor) thought it very strange. I I explained that it was designed for my sis- ser who would be joining me shortly--and to

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