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"little son-daughter". He said I appreciated only the feminine side of life and that I was nothing but a "skirt" and big sissy.

I had never been considered effeminiate or thought to have any feminine tastes, as could be attested to by my friends and enemies alike. I was a veteran of both the athletic and fistic wars.

That night my Father destroyed my love for him. He made me hate everything he stood for, including his man- hood. He also obliterated the confidence I had in mine.

From that night forward, I was determined to dis- associate myself from anything connected with my Father, including my masculinity. (It is noteworthy that from that night forward he called me a "skirt").

In the days that followed, I began to display my new found feminine tastes to Mother. First I told her that 1 wanted to learn to do everything she did around the house. She agreed to show me. In a short time, I was washing. cooking, baking, sewing, and knitting and I could sense Mother was proud at how proficient I had become at these tasks.

By this time, I had made up my mind to become re- indocrinated as a girl and shun my masculine personality. Now that it was summer, I could more easily accomplish this.

I proceeded slowly and cautiously since I had no in- tentions of suddenly shocking my Mother. I wanted to break the news to her slowly, step by step.

I started by wearing a pair of her panties around the house, under my trousers. She discovered this when I

bent over to pick up something.

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Charles, are you

wearing a pair of my panties?" She asked.

"Yes, Mom, I'm wearing them because they're more comfortable than shorts. I hope you don't mind."

FI

Well, I-I-I- guess it's alright, she answered.

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