Transvestia

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covered, death was a better alternative. This kind of subjective and uninformed thinking had me cont- emplating suicide on more than one occasion. This would usually result in a radical purge a burning of all things pertaining to her. Things would be fine for a few weeks and then back I'd go buying all new things again.

Soon, much too soon, the time came for my brother to serve his country. I decided that I'd enlist after one great purge and thus burn all my bridges at once, and this I did. I moved all my stuff back home and enlisted in the army in a job similar to my civilian one.

Basic training and the subsequent specialist school I'd chosen kept my mind and body busy and it wasn't until I was in Germany that the old urge came back stronger and more irrisistable than ever before. What to do about it? Luckily I had a good opportunity to have both the time and privacy to dress and lost no time in gathering a small wardrobe. I pulled all the charge of quarters duty I could get and had most weekends to practice my makeup, walk and stance while doing my brother's duty.

I had many close calls and took far too many chances what with shaving my body hair and shaping my eyebrows but was never found out. I even managed to smuggle most of my femme attire home in the bottom of my barracks bag despite a pre-boarding-of-the- ship shakedown inspection.

After months of planning and anticipation I was again free and in New York City! I lost little time in shedding the hated uniform and donning my rumpled but still beautiful silks and laces in the hotel room. This was a great milestone too for there on Times Square I found Transvestia. I remember I cried with joy and happiness as I re d the few copies I'd hurriedly purchased. You all ust recall reading. your first Transvestia and fee ing that you're no longer alone. I lost no time in writing to Virginia to order more and to subscribe.