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he wasn't going to be of any help to me. even have a couch! Now you know that no possibly be cured by sitting in a chair. my mind healer, after the fifth visit, I got the distinct impression that he must be having the same trouble in his own home and couldn't handle it any better there. I don't think the man looked at me ten times in the eight times that I went to him. never once gave me any advice nor did he once even smile at me. I informed my parents that I was com- pletely cured and there wasn't any need for them to lay out any more money for treatments. Now the doc- tor didn't get in touch with them and my parents did- n't either. It was a lot easier to take things at face value than to question it too deeply. My mother just put the whole thing out of her mind, but when she would get very angry with me, she would make a few nasty digs about my queerness.

I must give my mother credit for one thing, how- ever, she insisted that I tell my future wife about my problem. I finally managed to get the story out to her about two weeks before we were to be married. I didn't paint a very black picture of the whole mess because I was sure that my trouble was behind me. I also, believed that once we were married, I wouldn't give another thought to wearing anything but pants. In this period, I would get the urge to dress but I managed to resist. At the time, my wife to be was only twenty and really was even more naive than I. She was in love and thought that we could lick anything together. I promised that if I got the urge, I would tell her and we would work it out together.

And so we were married. Things went along alright for a time, until one day I was really down and out and confided in her that I just couldn't control the urge any longer. Though she is a great deal smaller that I, a few of her things fit me and I spent about an hour in a dress. She felt very uncomfortable with me in a dress and I wasn't too happy with the look on

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