пожи This Is My Life

by Debbie Lee (32-R-9) FPE

It feels funny to sit down to write one's own life. It's like writing those "true confessions" and knowing that hundreds, perhaps thousand of people, TV's and non-TV's will be in possession of data which, until a little over a year ago, was held within me as my deepest secret. Of course I am a transvestite and I think I have been one all my life. But before I go into history, let me introduce myself: name: Debbie married several children -six-footer masculine looking in male clothes - not bad at all when being Debbie (at least I photograph fairly well) I wish I weren't married and I wish I were a few inches

shorter

younger.

and of course a few (quite a few) years

I am taking electrolysis and I dress

every single day of the week. I am very happy when dressed and my greatest joys come when I am able once in a while to stay dressed for several days. I wish I could stay dressed the rest of my life.

My first recollection about cross-dressing goes back to the age of 10. It is vivid in my mind be- cause my mother gave me a severe beating when she found me in my bed-room parading around in my sister's clothes. Of course neither the beating nor her warn- ings did any good. I kept stealing clothes from sis who was two years younger, and hid them in the attic and the hay loft. As you may gather, we lived in a small farm. The hayloft was my world and I spent many happy hours there wearing my treasures. My folks were poor, without much education and extremely strict with us children. I grew up with 2 sisters and a brother, and as far as I can tell, none of them were aware of my inclination to wear girl's clothes.