staggered free from him, my eyes sought his full out- line. I noticed the broadness of hip and the lack of muscularity in his hands which was out of place for a virile male. His hat had become slightly displaced during our wrestling and locks of fairly long hair were straying out from beneath the voluminous cavity of his

stetson.

"WAIT," I whispered intently, "who is fooling who, maybe it is alright?"

I quickly unbuttoned the front of my blouse and re- moved it, along with the falsifying brassiere which dis- guised my plain male chest. In response to my self ex- posure, the cowboy slowly unbuttoned the heavy plaid shirt he was wearing, as he opened it I could see a broad tight brassiere which was trying without success to hide two very real and exquisitely large feminine breasts. Now he flung off his hat and his undoubtedly girlish hair was revealed in all its glory.

In return, I tore off my wig, proving that I was basically a young man who had been hiding behind a feminine disguise for the purpose of the Mardi Gras and because I liked to wear lovely feminine clothing. It took only a few more moments for each of us to be con- vinced of the other's true gender and feelings. Now when we kissed I knew it was alright for my soul and body to be stirred to their fullest depths.

Obviously I cannot go into detail of what happened that night. But I can assure you that the cowboy and I were married within a week. We both still like to in- dulge in our hobbies of wearing the clothing of the other sex, and often we go out as man and wife with the roles reversed for each of us, and we have a wonderful time.

"We wouldn't worry so much about what people think of us, if we only realized how seldom they do."

"Always put off till tomorrow the thing you should not do today."

"The person who rows the boat generally doesn't have time to rock it".

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