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But I was not seriously interested in full dressing till she got a nice house dress that was too large for her. One night when she and the two young girls were out I wondered what a skirt felt like to walk in. So I got into it, of course no slip under. I fell in love with skirts right then. She gave me the dress but I had no chance to wear it. I was still away a lot, and with the two girls, we were seldom alone. There has been a lot of discussion about letting young children know about TV-ism. Both my girls, one born 1907 and one 1915, saw me in corsets and stockings. They were used to it, thought nothing of it, and never talked to out- siders about it. In later years they washed and mended all my things. It seems to me that the best way is to treat the subject as something entirely natural. Say nothing about it unless questioned and then explain as simply as possible. But I know that neither girl when older would have approved at all seeing me in a com- plete feminine outfit.

I did little about dressing except trying my wife's things at long intervals. Then I had trouble. She was badly hurt in a car upset, and very nervous after it. Her mother came to visit. We did not know it but the other members of the family had had serious trouble with her, and I have some evidence that they tried to land her on us. Anyway the change upset her complete- ly and she became violently insane. Combined, the troubles sent my wife into a sort of complete break- down, and we did not get along for years after until a few years before she died in 1953. So I was on my own. My desire to dress increased very much. I started gath- e ring an outfit of slip, skirt and blouse. She and the daughter would sometimes go away all day and I would have the house to myself. I would dress all day, and commenced to understand what a pleasure there was in wearing the clothes that I felt so strongly by then that I should wear. I kept up as much dressing as I had a chance for till she died at times adding to my outfit. Then the one girl who remained home, took odd jobs that took her away all day. So while still working I had more time for my clothes and got my first dress. I have never spent much money on clothes, for one very good reason that there was little to spend. But what was the sense of filling my closet with things that I had to hide and that I might not even look at