Transvestia

The parking lots provided several things; fair income, some (not nearly enough) time for study, a decided lack of sleep, social activity and another side benefit. Many girls drive in flats and change to their dress shoes when they get to their destination. (I always do, don't you?) So what could be more obvious than my getting an ed- ucation in footwear? While we are on the subject of foot- wear, you gals who were in the service will remember how nice those clod-hoppers felt.

Then came the service. Serving my country was fine, but I preferred not to have school interrupted and so I joined the Air Force Reserve. In so doing, I managed to toss a genuine stumbling block in front of the TS path. $2. on and $300. off. You've guessed it, a ruddy tatoo! It's still there and may be forever, a lovely F-86 jet flying across my left shoulder. We live and learn, they say, and I was learning something else. I was in love.

we hadn't dated in two years, but there it was just as sure as taxes. The thrill of the chase and then en- gagement. During the time until graduation and our marriage, I tried mightily as we all have tried, to give up my TS dream and it's TV manifestations. True to form, a similar degree of success which was spelled f-a-i-l-u-r-e? Trying to tell my prospective bride went the same route. To make matters more complex, I'd walked into a TV dreamland, along with the engagement.

Margaret (fiancee) turned out to be about my size, and she had a twin sister. Bonanza! Clothes and shoes galore. There was weak willed me, with motive and opportunities and a key to the house. Needless to say, many happy, ecstatic hours were spent just being me... But there is nothing like throwing kerosene on a fire to make it blaze. By the time the various TS stories started breaking, my blaze had erupted like a volcano. I couldnt live with my femininity or without it. I loved a girl, but wished with all my heart to be one.

Well, one thing was sure, marriage would quench the fire. Our marriage was about as successful in this respect as the tatoo. And the only thing the tatoo has ended up meaning is that I can't wear sleeveless dresses. Previously, I'd tried breaking the news in somewhat

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