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Let me tell you, girls, of an experience I fre- quently had while being stationed with the Air Force in England. Having always been a TV I carried on this lonely past time whenever I could, though my opportunities as a bachelor officer were not very numerous. I did find a "place" where I could go and the girls there let me get completely dressed as one of them, even assisted me. I did this, on an average of twice a week, but of course it was always "inside" and only in their apartment, or "flat" as the English call them. I enjoyed this but it was always restrict- ed too. I couldn't go outside.

One day while walking along Piccadilly Circus in the Soho district of London, I noticed three young men on the street, attired in kilts. I ogled them almost as I would a girl in skirts but nobody paid any attention to them. They were as completely accepted as they would have been in any conventional male garb. It gave me an idea, so off I went to a Scotch House in the Strand and bought the best kilt they had. I was measured for it, tried it on and was praised by the salesman for my appearance in it. He said, "You'll get a thrill out of this because you cannot do this in America, can you?" I replied that we could without being arrested but you would probably have all the kids in town following you. Over there it was different.

At my first opportunity, I managed a week's leave and prepared for a trip through northern Eng- land. As it turned out I went south, around Bath and Bristol. I put on panties (I wear those all the time anyway) and a bra. I had a beautiful white slip with tiers of lace from the waist to the hem. it on, a red plaid girl's shirt and of course my kilts. I took my heels along and usually wore them as I drove in the car, switching to flats whenever I would leave the car.

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Girls, what a thrill this was, to go anywhere you wished, into restaurants, into pubs, into stores,

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