Transvestia

have long hair ever again.

I had a reasonable sum of money from my proceeds for the turkey business, and so was able to find furnished accomodations and soon got a job in the art department of a greeting card firm.

I was more than a little nervous at living again as a man in case I should display some feminine mannerisms unconsciously. However, although I had worn female clothing, I had not really affected any female manner- isms, so nothing gave me away. The strangest thing for a few weeks was hearing myself called by my correct

name.

During my stay at the farm, it had been agreed to call me by a girl's name (which was decided to be Susan) as I had been called this in my childhood), and to refer to me as "she" and "her" at all times, lest they acci- dently forgot and use the masculine pronoun while in pu- blic. Consequently it was several weeks before I got entirely used to my own name again.

I thought about acquiring a feminine outfit for pri- vate use, but decided if at all possible to make a clean break besides the clothes were not so terribly important to me, except to justify the wearing of a feminine hair- style. This not being possible I did not wish to torment myself by half measures, wearing dresses with a cropped head. I could imagine little satisfaction in using a wig for I felt this would be a poor substitute for the pleasure I experienced in combing, dressing and sometimes plait- ing my own hair.

This then was six years ago, and except for one short lapse which would be superfluous to describe, I have not since tried on a single item of feminine attire.

I will not deny that I would like to, but the com- plications are too great. Also in the last three or four years my beard has sprouted and the hair at my temples is receding in the male baldness pattern. Thus, even if somehow I were to adopt women's attire again, I fear that I should not like the appearance I would make.

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