Transvestia

going with the job! Not an hour before, I had been hating my effeminate appearance, and now those very same looks had led to this post being offered to me. Further thought on the matter was momentarily inter- rupted by the entrance of an elderly woman, who turn- ed out to be the housekeeper, bearing a tray with tea and biscuits on it. She smiled at me and left without saying a word. I sat down and sipped the tea, and I suddenly knew I was going to take the job, and, what was more, that I was going to enjoy once again being a girl, though this time compulsorily and for much longer time than when I appeared in theatricals. And so it was that, when Madame re- turned an hour later, I quietly told her that I would like to stay with her on her terms.

And thus began the first phase of my life in skirts, which was to last for so many years, indeed down to the present.

The following day a lady came and measured me carefully from head to toe, embarrassing me more than a little at some of the intimate details she noted down. As for her, she took everything in quite a matter-of-fact way, ending by saying that she thought I'd make just as good a girl as did many of her other customers! This was an eye-opener to me, for I did not then realise just how many males there were about who were living entirely or partially as females. I have since moved in the highest levels of society and have found that many a smart lady there, or an attractive girl, is in reality a man or a youth who has accepted being effeminised, to a varying degree, sometimes compulsorily in the first place, though not infrequently completely voluntarily.

A few days later a series of boxes arrived at the house, and, having been told by Madame to go with Maria, the housekeeper, who would assist me in my transformation, I picked up the boxes and followed her to my room. Then began in earnest my change- over into a girl. Maria told me to get completely

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