a transvestia

TRUE STORY

The Inexcusable

Patricia (56-W-1)

Many years ago I was starting to "come out" in

public and make my debut.

It was in an European country and as they did a lot of cycling there I bought myself a lady's bicycle just to be able to use it in skirts as well as in trousers. Of course I had been pre- paring myself for using this means of locomotion, and

I must say I was quite excited the first time I decided to wear a skirt on the bicycle and take a little tour, Needless to relate I took the side roads of the town where I was living to get from one point to another. In this case from my abode to that of a friend whom I thought I would visit and who knew of my liking for girl's clothes. I got there alright and found her at home. We had a very pleasant evening, and I prepared to cycle back by pretty nearly the same route as I had taken going.

On the way back I had become quite confident in myself as I suppose my friend had imparted quite a lot of this in me by her kindness through her belief and in-

terest.

As I said "Good-bye" I thought the return journey would be quite uneventful, and so it was to begin with but I took a calculated risk. I was a little past the half way mark home when I came upon a road which had been closed for about a hundred yards. It would have saved me five or six times that distance to cycle through it although it was closed, and this had been done to it that afternoon.

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