Transvestia

mind. A woman answered and I went into my story. During the conversation, I learned that she operated the studio alone, utilized the wigs for glamour shots, did makeup, and had some costumes available. I made an appointment for my next day off and joyfully hugged myself as I said goodbye and hung up the re- ceiver. I was very excited as she had readily con- sented to do the makeup for me and this was a brand new experience which I was eager to enjoy. Added to that, she was most willing to allow me use of her wigs and the posing and pictures to have to remember the event! Wouldn't any TV jump at this chance?

On that much awaited day, the time of the app- ointment, ten in the morning, came and I presented my nervous self to this new and welcome confidante. The session seemed very short to me, being in such a state of enjoyment, but in reality lasted until five in the afternoon. I'm sure you can all imagine the thrill I had of being madeup, costumed, and posed by such an interesting, broad-minded GG with personality plus and she had plenty of problems believe me!

At one point in our conversation, she asked me if I were a transvestite and I must confess that I quickly denied that I was, perhaps out of shyness and certainly out of embarassment. She accepted my answer somehow despite all clues to the contrary but went on to say that she had photographed a trans- vestite once before.

In the following visits to her studio: at first professional and later just for fun, we became good friends. By then I had felt more at ease and admitted to being a transvestite and she had shown me pictures she had of her other TV customer and said that he too came in to visit once in a while. As if on cue, he came in while I was there and she introduced us. I felt very ill at ease and embarassed while talking of the subject with another man and for a first face to face encounter, it wasn't too successful. I was