Transvestia

I own, black, blonde or red, each styled differently ..and I am a new personality. I adopt all of the feminine manners: the way I use my hands, smoke my cigarette, speech inflections, walking, sitting and standing. I am at ease, comfortable as I go about doing feminine chores reveling in the thought that here I can be the woman I want to be.

Tonight after we prepare dinner perhaps we shall read one of the classics or some poetry. Perhaps we shall sew using a pattern of a dress that we feel would be becoming on either of us or we may just sit and listen to the music of good composers. There may be a good movie playing in one of the local the- aters which we would like to see, a couple may stop by and we will just visit for the evening. At bedtime I cleanse my skin, don a lacy nightgown and retire to sleep as a woman.

I am, really, two personalities in one as, I guess, are all Transvestites. Predominately feminine yet masculine enough to carry on my daily pursuits in the business world. When I am working I doubt if anyone suspects I am anything but a man though I find it increasingly difficult to separate the fem- inine habits from the masculine, i.e. the way I cross my legs, and stoop or the speech expressions I may use. I am five feet, ten inches tall (almost six feet in heels) weigh 160 pounds and well built acc- ording to male standards, When I am dressed as a woman I do not seem to attract undue attention, I appear slimmer in feminine clothing and I look young- er than my fifty years.

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Buying feminine clothing presents no problem to

I shop for the things I need completely oblivi- ous to anyone around me for I care not in the least what anyone may think. In looking for a new dress I will go through a rack until I find one that ap- peals to me in style and color, select and pay for it as any woman would. The exception in my case, however, I cannot go into a fitting room!! Selecting