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his sofa. When I appeared indifferent to his advances, he became suspicious and asked if I was a man. After some attempts at coyness, I admitted that I really was a man and expected the worse to happen.

Luckily, he had a good sense of humor and thought it funny that I had fooled him for most of the evening. He complimented me on my appearance and suggested that I should be a professional female impersonator. We shook hands when we parted, and he teasingly said "Goodbye Miss

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The "new life" referred to at the beginning of this femme treatise began when I discovered TRANSVESTIA magazine about two years ago. It's such a welcome change from the distorted femmebits I had acquired over the years from other sources.

One of the biggest guilt feelings I have had con- cerning femmepersonation was that it was nothing more than a form of homosexuality. Now I'm very happy to read Virginia's views pointing out the vast difference between FPs and homosexuals. Recently I had the chance to come to the Los Angeles area and personally meet Virginia and several other members of the Los Angeles group. I spent two wonderful weekends visiting in the home of Elizabeth, a saucy English TV.

Now I have begun to see femminality as something more than childish aberration. I've decided that it is a vital part of me which cannot be destroyed while I have life or normalcy.

My next goal is to quit trying to hide my femmeself from my wife. By asserting my masculine role in the marriage relationship. I hope to satisfy her female de- sires for domination. Then, as the dominant partner, I'll let her know that I intend to femme dress occasiona- lly. There's a gamble involved, of course, which may backfire. The stakes are high, but so are the possible rewards.

Wish me luck!

Marilyn

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