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married. We had a boy and a girl. After a few years I told my wife of my TV desires and she, somewhat reluctantly, allowed me to dress on rare occasions. Of course the children never did learn of my TVism. Somehow my life in show business was pretty well forgotten and I put my shoulder to the wheel to earn a good living for my family. Unfortunately the marriage after 7 years ended up in divorce. The main reason was not TVism but religion. My wife wanted to bring up the children in the Christian Science faith. I suggested that she let me at least raise the boy as a Catholic, but she wouldn't budge and so we parted.

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I moved to New York City where, with the help of a cousin, I took up printing and became a pretty good one. (I guess I'm entitled to one good com- mercial plug). At the shop I met and fell in love with the book-keeper. Second trip to the altar. Living with my GG was sheer heaven. She loved both the man and Debbie. And Debbie of course was in paradise. Many a night we'd sit down and play "strip poker" and guess what. I'd end up wearing most of her clothes. What fun we had. But again fate took a hand. My wife was pregnant, and had an accident, became ill and finally died of kidney poisoning. Once more my world crumbled about me. I spent six weeks in the hospital with a nervous breakdown.

Back home Debbie came to life again and she & I lived and worked together. At his period of my life I began to wear lingerie all the time under my masculine attire. It was the man on the outside and Debbie underneath. I joined several organizations and revived my hillbilly bride act. Debbie thus waw again in demand, from PTA to American Legion, Elks and what-not. Happiness returned to my life. It was wonderfull to be Debbie again on stage and at home.

And now we come to the final and present chapter of my life. It starts with my third marriage. Before

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