Transvestia

"that is the nicest compliment I've ever had! You're

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so darn sweet" and I choked up a little - "in saying such a thing. Every woman wants to think she is at least attractive, but more than that, she wants to be a real person. Not only a real person, but one who is gentle, gracious and kindly. I think all my dreams would be realized if I thought I had somehow reached out and con- vinced you that I am really the kind of woman you think I am - a lovely, warm hearted human being. Please, Larry, if you can, always think of me that way.

(The fact is of course, that Larry has good reason for thinking of me as a woman. He has never seen me any other way and as for as I know, his only reason for thinking that I am an FP is because I told him so in our correspondence, before we met. Even then, however, I used feminine stationary, used, or tried to feminine hand writing, and sent him color photos of me in my most attractive gowns. I have never sent him any other kind of pictures and have never removed my wig in his presence. To this day his only image of me is completely feminine.)

Upon returning to the hotel, he let me out at the entrance and I waited for him in the lobby while he parked his car. Soon we were back in my room and he gently removed my cape and hung it up. I suggested a drink and we talked for a while, but I could see that although he was trying to adopt a professional demeanor and an- alyze me, there was an undercurrent of uneasy excitement in him. I was sure I knew the reason, (who is the psy- chologist here, anyway?)

"Larry, it's getting late. Why don't you try on the things you brought? I'd love to see them.

"Oh, they're really not much. Besides, my wig is a mess and the dress needs pressing and ".

I stopped him. "Larry, those are just excuses and you know it. Now lets get started."

He didn't need coaxing, but hesitated a moment and then took his case into the bathroom, asking to be ex- cused and closed the door. I smiled to myself - another

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