The

Beginning

by Betty (22-G-2)

of Betty

I was born in a large midwest city some thirty odd years ago. I was never forced to wear girl's clothing, but I do remember my father on a number of occa- sions threatening to put a dress on me if I didn't conduct myself more like a boy should. Whether or not I was acting like a girl, I don't remember. In either case, this may have caused my trying on a pair of my mother's shoes when I was about twelve. This I do know. At that time my other half emerged, and to this day is very alive and active.

Only once did I "go out" while I was at home. I put on a coat of my sisters, a pair of loafers, and a scarf over my head and walked around the block late one night. This was a thrill I'll never forget and was the start of my crossdressing.

When I was seventeen I joined the service and was sent to Europe to serve a tour of duty. I knew liking to dress as a girl was out of the ordinary and thought maybe my being in the service would make a man of me.

I was overseas a short while when I decided to rent a room in a home owned by an elderly couple. Here I could have

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