The first recollection I have of a transvestic nature is preceeded by a fetish for panties made of rubber. As early as the age of four or five I expressed the desire to be the baby, whenever my sisters and I played house, be- cause I hoped they would dress me in rubber panties. I still get a thrill when I wear rubber panties, especially when my wife puts them on me. The comforting feature is the fact that she likes to dress me, because it means happiness for us both and it also tends to revive our ro- mance, which all too often fades into oblivion after a year or two of marriage.

I believe it was during my tenth or eleventh year that I discovered the security and sense of belonging that accompanies the wearing of feminine clothing. I slipped into a girdle I found in the attic and at that instant the feeling of being held so firmly caused my heart to race with excitement. At the same time, I coul feel the frustration releasing itself in a surge of ecstacy. Eventually, I began to wear other pretty things and spent all my spare time alone in my room getting better ac- quainted with the "lady" that I wanted so much to be.

At seventeen I entered the Air Force and while at- tending a technical school, I was confronted for the first time in my life with a human being who, I am learning, possesses the type of love, compassion and understanding that is almost extinct in the world of today. This person

is my devoted wife and these qualities that lend them- selves to her personality, simply radiate and illuminate the world around her. After courting for about three mo- noths, we bacame engaged, after which I went overseas for a period of fifteen months. It was during Christmas leave of the following year that we were married and after a brief thirty days, I returned to Europe for another six months. Upon being discharged, we lived with her parents for more than a year. During this time the re were occasions when I could wear some of her things when the family was out. This continued until the day she discovered that I had worn one of her pretty night- gowns. Although she was shocked by my adventure, she listened as I poured out the details of my life.

My wife is from a very closely knit family where there are no secrets or jealousies toward other members,

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