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could be gained from a personal discussion. I gave him my address and invited him to my home, warning him not to be surprised at what my appearance might On the night of his visit I hurried home from work and baked some cookies. Since I enjoyed wearing girl's clothes and did always at home I decided that I might as well do so now. I selected a long sleeved white satin blouse and a black velvet skirt to wear. I applied my make-up with care, wore my blonde wig, a wide red belt to accent my hips and a pair of red high heeled pumps. When my door bell rang I answered with some apprehension. He was, quite naturally, surprised. As he entered I reminded him of my earl- ier warning and explained that I was a Transvestite and that he could, if he cared to, leave at once or accept me as I was.

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He assured me that he did not care, secret would be safe with him and that as long as I wanted to be as I was he would accept me. He re- marked that I looked quite different in my make-up and clothes than I did in his classroom.

He evinced an interest in how I managed the feminine contours and in my hair-do. I began to feel at ease and we started to discuss the course he was teaching. After two hours of discussion, during which I was secretly thrilled to think that here I was entertaining in much the same manner as any girl would, I arose and made some tea and brought out the cookies I had baked earlier. He was, again, surprised that my talents went so far. Encouraged by his attitude I allowed him to read some of my writings and, finally, showed him some of the dresses I had made.

At this point he attempted to fondle me, touch- ing my hair and my breasts and hinting that we should commit an unnatural sex act. A terrible feeling of revulsion welled up inside me and I asked him to leave. He again touched me and this time I managed to open my door and push him out throwing his brief

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