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At the end of the summer I left for

During my first year in the service I didn't have much time to spend thinking about dressing. The time passed quickly and I soon found myself stationed in Missouri. Shortly before I was to go home for Christmas leave the all but forgotten dress- ing bug hit me hard. I wrote several impassioned letters to B.... begging her to buy me some articles of feminine clothing. She refused. When I arrived home we had an argument which forced me to choose between B.... and dressing. I, of course, chose B.....

I went back to the base and spent the next five or six months thinking about dressing and worrying about losing B..... Finally the pressure became too great and I went to the post exchange and bought a red swim suit, which I kept rolled up and stuffed down the sleeve of my overcoat. At night when my two roomates were sleeping I would quietly take the suit from my locker and slip into it when I went back to bed. I would lay there enjoying the thoughts which went through my mind. The thoughts were of walking down the street dressed as a young woman and talking to my girl friends about feminine things. This is my first rememberance of simply being dressed as a woman and not actually being a woman. I believe this came about because I was actually beginning to enjoy the fact that I was a man. I had developed friendships with many of the other men in the bar- racks, and I enjoyed the poker games and bull ses- sions which men have when they are alone.

In due time the red swim suit was destroyed in another purge. By the time Christmas leave came around I was again writing pleading letters to B.... Once again she refused saying the thought of me be- ing in girls clothes made her sick. While I was home the subject of TV was not brought up again. I re- turned to Missouri with my thirst for femininity

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