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hoped I would enjoy wearing it because I was about to lose the game. I lost that game and four more right after. We then agreed that the loser of the last game would have to wear the suit under his own clothing for the rest of the night, and also through. the night as we slept in a tent in his backyard. I, of course, complained bitterly during that last game as I lost it point by point. I should add here that I seldom lost at shuffleboard because I not only had painted it on the floor and knew literally every inch of the surface, but also that I had practiced almost daily for over a year.

For the first time in my life someone had seen me wearing girls clothing. I know that his knowledge did not constitute acceptance or understanding, but it was never-the-less a thrill for me to know that what I loved to do was not so ugly that someone would avoid my company when I dressed in some portion of feminine clothing. His comments through the evening were not cruel cutting remarks, but only small joking phrases which we both laughed at. For some strange reason this evening gave me two important thoughts: I was not a disgusting ridiculous sight, and quite possibly I was not the only boy who liked to wear girls clothes. I don't know why I decided I was not the only boy with a yearning for feminine clothing, but I did, and I often wondered how I could find the others.

However, this thought did not remain a comfort to me for very long, so the remainder of my high school years and the two years before I entered the service were spent as the early years of my life had been passed. I went from frequent dressing to purge and back again over and over until the day I decided to become a man and join the service.

The summer before I left home I met B. ..., my future wife. We had a wonderful summer in which my dressing was mentioned only once. B.... passed off my confession as a passing childhood thing which I