a transvestia TRUE STORY

No Garb Like This

Gail 35-H-5 FPE

In our world of "femmeland" we all feel a sense of insecurity when we venture outside the sanctuary of our own home or apartment, garbed as a girl. We want to with all our hearts but restrictions make most of us abundantly cautious. If we can be in the company of others who understand and who "shield" us, the anxiety is diminished but this isn't always possible. If we dress properly and guard our manner- isms, then we do not fear our appearances, but other factors enter in. Some have natural voice qualities or have learned to cultivate a female tone.

Many of us, if not most of us, have not been able to do this. I am one. Although I venture out at times, dressed in my finest, I always have to be cautious of the time of day or night and the place to go. Never once in all these journies has anyone thought of me as being anything but a girl. As matter of fact, on several occasions when I was window-shopping before lingerie stores and the like, I have had men whistle at me or even pull up to the curb and try to pick me up. I was always frightened to the extreme that my voice might give me away. We always fear most the things we cannot see and so, at its best, there is always this plaguing anxiety. Thrilled as we are to be fully clad as a woman, driving around, walking about, seeing ourselves among other girls, feeling the intoxicating ripple of the lace trimmed slip, nestling against our nylons and the clatter of the high heels against the side-walk, with it all, hardly a moment of this otherwise exotic joy is fully free from anxious thoughts. Maybe some of us worry more than others, but, I believe, the majority of us are greatly concerned.

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