Transvestia

is to be able to dress as I should in what I feel are my proper clothes as much as I wish and wherever I wish, to go out in public or around the house all day and to be accepted as one of themselves by other women and to join in some ways in their life. My feelings about an operation have changed with age, to thinking that it would now not be important as far as sex relations are concerned, and that as a woman I could not be prevented from dressing in my own clothes. But it would require a complete change of location to do even that.

There is no sense in interested for money psychi- atrists talking about 'cures' for TVism. If born with it there is no cure, What they can and should do is to tell patients, to use common sense and to dress e- nough to relieve their feelings, but not where it may cause trouble by exposure. It should be remembered that one sensational case sets our cause back for all of us even though police and judges have far more un- derstanding than in past years, But to try to quit is impossible and Hirschfeld who knew far more about us than any other, states positively that repressing does far more harm than expressing ourselves. The only thing I have found to slow down our longings is hard physical work. But even then if a woman passes, look- ing and dressed as I would love to look and dress, back comes the longing, and for the rest of the day I think of nothing else.

My advice to the youngest among us is to do as little as you can without your longing becoming too overfo wering. I think that all of us find that sex has much to do with it at first. That will soon pass. For many years, my complete feminine underthings are just my ordinary dress, and I almost never think of them. Male garments are shirt, pants and sometimes shoes. Breasts that I long to increase, sometimes need a bra, but even that does not seem to be noticed.

The lanky cowboy strode into the elegant ladies shop and headed for the lingerie department. He approached the salesgirl and an- nounced, "I'd like to buy a girdle, ma'am."

"Playtex?" she suggested.

"That's mighty kind of you, ma'am," the cowboy gallantly an- swered, "but not right now. I'm double parked.”