Transvestia

her face. From time to time she would ask me how I was doing in overcoming my problem. Naturally I assured her that everything was fine. It really was, I had found a very good hiding place for my feminine clothing and managed to dress at least once a month. We lived in our apartment for about two years and on the whole, got along quite well with my parents. Act- ually, they liked her more than me. Don't jump to any conclusions please. I was very happy that they saw so much of her, she's a very lovely person and earned the love they have given her.

We bought a very small house out in the country and started our life as country folk. The house act- ually was a summer cottage and we lived there for three years before we had running water, bathroom or central heat. We really know what it's like to rough it. Little by little I improved the house and was able to dress on those occasions when my wife would go to the city to visit. Although I tried to be careful about removing all trace of Diana, she sev- eral times found bits of evidence. She would never come out and talk directly about it but she probably didn't believe my denials of dressing.

I wont take up space with all the trials and tri- bulations of the last 15 years but will just summar- ize the situation by saying that almost single hand- edly I have built our original 600 sq. ft. little house into a 2300 sq. ft. structure mostly from stone that I quarried and laid myself. Some years ago, getting tired of the insurance business, my wife and I decided to open a hot dog stand which we did with materials begged, borrowed, and given. Although we are not on a main road the little stand prospered and I have enlarged it until it is now a building 150 feet long and 45 feet wide. The business is good enough so that in summer time we employ 10 people. Both my wife and I still work about 16 hours a day, 7 days a week operating the restaurant-gift shop combination. We do manage to break the routine now and then and since I love golf we joined the local