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left for the military academy.) This was the first real freedom I had known away from my family and the rather strict discipline one finds at a borading school. Dad had generously provided me with a second-hand car as a graduation present from high school and I was soon swept up in the college social whirl and attempting--it seems-- to date all the freshmen girls at once (how easy it was for me to see through those girls who were nothing more than shallow flirts and how it amazed me that other of my classmates were so easily taken in by their coquettishness).

I joined a large national social fraternity and did everything a young college man is expected to do. How- ever, I also did some of the things a young college girl does. For example, I soon discovered the world of women's magazines. I would read "Seventeen", "Vogue", and others cover to cover and carefully memorize those things young ladies should know about fashions, makeup, ettiquette, and all sorts of femina. During high school days I had only managed to own and keep a few pairs of panties and bra, but with my newfound freedom I soon began to expand my wardrobe. I purchased mainly lingerie because my storage facilities were limited to one locked suitcase in my dorm room and because I could wear these items-- bras, panties, nylons, garter belts, etc.--under my clothes when the urge became too strong to resist (and resist it I did). Also, it was more practical from a financial point of view. These were the days of of my wardrobe "purges", and it is a lot cheaper to throw out several pairs of $1.00 panties when you begin to despise yourself than it is to destroy a $20.00 dress. During this first year of school, I began an agonizing self appraisal of myself and my TVism but got nowhere. I felt terribly lonely and guilty. In order to forget this I threw myself into an overactive social life, determined to prove my manhood. All I succeeded in doing was neglecting my studies and flunking out of school at the end of the year.

This experience really sobered me, for my previous scholastic record had been excellent (I had skipped the 4th. grade, been Valedictorian of the 8th. grade, and in the top 15% of my high school class). Determined to lick this problem I entered a small college in Chicago for one term and emerged with an A-average. I had sublimated my TV tendencies by sheer will power enabling me to

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