Dear Virginia:

I am one of your newly acquired readers having just received my copies of Transvestia and other as- sorted material from Chevalier.

For no reason al all, other than to correspond with womeone who understands transvestism, I would like to tell you how my becomming a transvestiti took shape. As you know, it helps to bring this in the open for frank discussions.

I can recall, vaguely, that as a child I became aware of feminine things as my mother would often dress me in her nightgown and allow me to play with her lingerie. When we went on visits to friends of my parents, I became somewhat of a kleptomaniac--takine things such as bras, panties and girdles from these wo- men; but never would wear them. I would take them home and hide them and when I had moments, would just look and feel the excitement from them. Then one day my mother caught me with this collection of ling- erie (I was about ten) and after much embarrassment, I explained how I got them. She made me return them, and from that time on till I was 25 this urge completely left me.

One day after I had been married for about two years, I was goind through my wife's drawers looking for something and I came across a pair of her pink panties. It was then that this urge came back to me stronger than ever. She was at the store at the time and this urge was so fervent that I could'nt wait to get my own clothes off. When I slipped on the panties, a feeling of excite- ment shivered through me.

Later on that night we were having a few drinks be- fore dinner and I brought the subject around to lingerie asking her about different types of sizes, etc. As she sopke I again felt this electricity that flowed through me when I was wearing her panties that afternoon. It was then that I decided to talk to her about this urge, but in a sly manner. I told her that while I was dressing in the morning, just for a joke, I tried on a pair of her

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