Transvestia

demurred saying I didn't think I would have the nerve to carry the masquerade off successfully.

"Good grief!" said Dave, "no one would ever know you were a man. (Heavenly music).

So concluded a most memorable evening during which at times I could almost have cried from sheer happiness. That sounds awfully sloppy, but it is true.

Since that night I have thought much of the events and other incidents which have made me wonder is there some aura of femininity which surrounds transvestites. Something which makes them appear quite natural in feminine clothing? As I have said I am not an effeminate male. Some years ago á gril told me that some of my gestures were girlish. My wife tells me that to watch me pack for a prolonged canoe trip is just like watching a woman packing a suitcase preparatory to going on a holiday. It isn't what I pack but the way I pack apparently. My wife added that she used to find it quite irritating until she understood about transvestism. However, I can only re-iterate that I don't believe I am effeminate as I don't irritate other men.

In retrospect I recall several instances where women have shown me a new dress, or a hat, or shoes, just like women will show these things off to each other. Women do not normally show these things to men. In no one of these incidents have the women concerned known of my transvestism. Another woman insisted on showing me her make up kit. Just recently, whilst making a quick visit at the house of an acquaintance, I was asked to have a drink. They were drinking liquor and there was beer on the table. As I was driving I refused. The man of the house, Ray, said, "have some of this wine, it's a real lady's drink".

Ray's wife looked up sharply, that's a hell of a thing to say to him", she said half laughing.

Ray stopped in the middle of offering the glass to me and looked a little taken aback, as though he had seen nothing amiss in offering me a "lady's drink." Ray spluttered and went quite red.

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