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when my fiancee was away, I have never been able to write more than a page or two without interuptions, be- ing forced to quickly hide what I had written. On re- turning to the typewriter I lost continuity of thought, and with paragraphs written weeks apart they soon lost all relation to each other, and with my fear of any wri- ting being discovered I ultimately burned them.

On closer thought, I realized that my background is not particularly interesting. Although I considered it unusual to say the least, thinking I was of a very few boys ever to have been dressed as a girl, I daresay you must know of hundreds or perhaps thousands of men who have had similar experiences in childhood. Therefore, I shall make this as brief as I can. I had a relatively normal childhood until I was ten years old, except for being evacuated to the country during the blitz when I was about six. My father (or stepfather I should say) for I discovered in my teens that I am illegitimate, my mother gave birth to me before marrying the man I knew as my father. He was in the army and stayed on after the war with the occupation forces in Germany. In 1946 my mother managed to get a civil service job attached to the accupation forces so that she could join him, ar- ranging for me to be cared for by her cousin who lived in a village in Staffordshire. This woman (Aunt Joyce) to me was widowed when her husband went down with the HMS Repulse off Malaya. She had two daughters, then aged 15 and 19. I don't really know why I was put in girl': clothes, but I think it was primarily for economic reasons rather than a deliverate desire to sissify me. I remember when I arrived that Aunt Joyce expressed great concern over the fact that I had few clothes I had not outgrown, and my mother had not provided any money to clothe me. Also in the days of postwar austerity clothing was ration- ed with coupons necessary for any purchase. Anyway, the second day I was there, I was told they had lots of cloth- ing outgrown by the girls, and that I would have to wear dresses. I cannot describe the feelings I had about this, mostly of horror, indignation and shame, but I was given no choice in the matter. However, as the weeks went by my initial shock wore off and I did not mind wearing girl's clothes. I was presented to neighbors as a girl and called by a girl's name, Susan. Being cautioned by my Aunt on the matter. I was intelligent and smart

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