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world. Then and there, I knew I would never be happy until I could wear these clothes always.

Everything went fine, until Janet's mother came home an hour early and caught us in her best clothes. Janet was put to bed and I was sent home. One thing though, my parents were never told of this incident, which was the only time I was ever caught as a man in women's clothes. I guess Janet's mother thought it a harmless child's game that needed no further punishment than to be caught in the act.

As I grew up, I began to secretly secure an assort- ment of feminine articles, but wearing them was done only in the privacy of my room late at night or when the family wasn't home.

I relate my early experiences,

only to show that my

desires and wishes occured early in my life.

My real beginnings as a woman began when I grad- uated high school and went to Chicago to work as a clerk in a large industrial firm. My starting pay was $45.00 a week and I worked in an office staffed mostly with women. They resented a male in their domain and were constantly making life rough on me.

Consequently, I moved into my shell even further than I was before. When I was home, I indulged in the fantasy that I was a woman, I bought female clothing at every opportunity through the mail order houses in Chicago and soon I had as many clothes as the average working girl.

Up to this time, I had not gotten a wig, nor did I ever use cosmetics. I guess I hadn't gotten to that stage yet. One day after I had been with the firm for 3 years a girl who had been with the firm for only 8 months was given a promotion. One after another of the girls in the office went on up the ladder as secretaries or senior clerks. When I asked my boss about an he said t i # and sh d were essential to these promotions. Į explained that in high school, I had taken both typing and shorthand and that I was very proficient in these. "But you're not a girl, he said. The bosses want women

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