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always interested in girl's games. Since I was rather frail, the rough sports engaged in by the boys were just too much for me. The more I tried to live up to my friends activities, the more frustrated I became. Soon I realized that the girls I knew were much more sympa - thetic than the boys and didn't mind if I played jump rope and hop scotch with them.

One particular girl was more sympathetic than the others. She would comfort me when the boys wouldn't allow me to play baseball with them.

One day, while this girl, Janet, and I were playing in her house, her mother had to go downtown shopping. She would be gone for about 3 hours and Janet was told to stay indoors. We played some games, but finally like most kids will, we became bored.

Janet said, "Let's play, dress-up?"

"What's that?", I queried.

"we dress up in our mother's clothes."

"But you don't have a father, how can I dress up?", I said.

"Silly, we'll both be mothers, you'd rather be a girl anyhow, wouldn't you?".

I flushed a little, and stammered, "Yes, I would, but don't ever tell anybody, they'd all laugh at me and call me a sissy.

"I wouldn't ever tell a soul", she replied. "It will be our secret". (And it is to this day).

This began a yearning that never ended and is as strong today as it was that first day. We put on panties slips, evening gowns, high heel shoes, nylon stockings- the works, and we had a ball.

I really liked the feel of nylon, and silk. They gave me goosepimples and made shivers run up and down my back. The feeling was, and is, like no other in the

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