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answer was, "I aint no girl, I'm a boy!" (Gee, I really was a stupid kid.)

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Because of my Mother's business, she had to hire a baby sitter for my older brother and myself. The sitter really went for me in a big way and spent a great deal of time playing with me and dressing me. I have seen a few pictures of myself at that age and I look like a girl, no doubt about it. Within six months, my mother realized that the baby sitter had to go. She would ignore my poor brother entirely and spend most of the day with me. I guess it was too good to last. I am told that I put up quite a howl for a few days. One does hate to loose such a devoted admirer, even at such a tender age. It was apparent that I was destined to be quite a ham then and in later life. Mother finally consented to let in my hair be cut and bleaching was stopped. It should be stated that I showed absolutely no signs of being even a little bit feminine with long or short hair.

I do not recall what day it was that I first en- tered the feminine world without any invitation. I do recall that it was in the summer and my boy friend and I were looking for something to do and went into our garage. We made a mess of the place and were scattering a box of rags all over the place. I pull- ed out a pair of old silk stockings and without any particular feeling, put them on. My, why was my heart beating so fast? I liked, but yet was repulsed by the feeling. My friend didn't seem too impressed either, so I wore them for only a few minutes. I didn't attempt to wear any other articles of feminine clothing for about four more years. I do recall that Iwould think about those stockings at various times and wonder why I thought about them. I continued to lead a normal boy's life for the next four years. I liked to be around girls, never was shy with them but I can't say that I really wanted to be like them or play with their dolls or had any desire for fem- inine pasttimes.

I have a girl cousin, who is about two years older

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