Transvestia

During October and November my life settled into a regular pattern. Each Saturday afternoon and evening, except those when my parents remained at home, which fortunately were very rare, was spent dressed as a girl. Each time I changed clothes it seemed I became a dif- ferent person and with constant practice soon became quite proficient with my make-up and was well satisfied with my appearance. Then a few days before Christmas the blow fell, Father and Mr. Briggs had been to London to an agricultural show Mother having gone with them to spend the day shopping and as Carol was to spend the holiday in the country they had picked her up in London. On the way home late at night they were involved in a road accident and all four were killed instantly. I had just gone to bed when the local police woke me with the news, at first I was completely stunned and when they asked me to tell Mrs. Briggs, I refused point blank. But, after they explained it would lessen the shock for her if I broke the news, I finally agreed. It proved to be a very difficult assignment as during the past I had had very little contact with her. I managed to break the news gently, however, and during the next few days came to know her very well as she relied on me for help and advice.

In these circumstances we became close friends much quicker than would normally be possible. I took over complete control of the estate which I was well qualified to do and in a very short time even became involved in the late Mr. Briggs' industrial affairs. I continued to live in our old home and as I was now able to dress more often than once a week soon settled down into a regular routine. Each day I would have lunch with Mrs. Briggs when we dis- cussed the affairs of the estate and any other business that was necessary. After finishing work at about 5 pm, I would go home and do my own housework and laundry etc., and after a little while I began to make it a regular practice to change into feminine dress immediately on reaching home. Since I no longer did any manual work, spending most of my time in the estate office, coupled with the constant use of a cosmetics, my face and hands soon became soft and clear. Having always had a sneaking interest in cookery and now finding I had to do my own I soon became proficient and found that Mother's old magazines were a mine of information on cookery as well as fashion and beauty. I continued to subscribe to them even adding others to my regular order.

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