Transvestia

that maybe I wanted to be a girl. He could not under- stand why I just wanted to dress this way even after I had explained feelings to him. I told him no operation and that was that. That night I went to bed humiliated and defeated.

The next time I dressed in girl's clothes was the following summer when I had been swimming too long and sat in the sun too long. Result, a terrific 2nd. de- gree burn on my back and legs. Since I could not don a pair of pants or a shirt, I was stuck in my bedroom, after about five days of this, my mother said I would have to get out for fresh air and since I couldn't wear trousers and shirt to "put on these clothes since they are of light- er material" and with that she handed me the pile of cl- othes in her arms. You guessed it. It was a pair of my sister's panties (cotton) a slip and a dress (she said I didn't need the bra). At first I said no, but she insisted that I was going to have fresh air and I finally consented. Again I was hooked even though the clothes were of cot- ton. But too this day I still prefer silk or satin. That sumber I spent in the back yard dressed in dresses, etc. and enjoyed every minute of it in spite of the sase back.

I am now married and I can only say to a single TV talk your desires over with your intended bride before marriage as it is rough to get it over to them afterwards.

Sincerely.

Barbara Ann (32-P-1)

AWAWA WAWAWAWAWA

IT HURTS SO NICE!

It's hard for me, a part time femme, To listen to your tale.

Though true, you look so like a gem, Not what you are, A MALE.

It's catty of me, "Yes I know." "Your pleasures, I disdain!!" "I can't bear it, I must go!!"

"First, tell me once again.... ?"

Phyllis 22-A-1-FPE

71

-