Transvestia

have a lot of wrinkles, and their make-up usually isn't what you would call very fancy. Often, when I pass such good old "has-beens" with their hair getting thin and often a little struppy or badly colored, their faces powdered and rouged like a circus horse, I feel with great satisfaction that, in comparison, I still do look much more attractive and even more realistic with my well groomed grayish wig and a decent make-up, and I enjoy to the fullest being still worth a quick appreciative look, now and then. Also, the voice problem isn't what it has been considering the rough, rasping sounds which you hear at times emanating from the rusty vocal cords of some good old lady. So, if you try to keep yourself in good shape and well groomed and dressed in good, decent taste, you may find yourself way ahead of many of your GG-sisters of your age group. And that's what counts. Getting older has its merits too.

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Dear Virginia,

For too long I have been longing to write my story of TVism but waited for the right opportunity. I hope that it might be of some interest to your readers and provide hope for those who sometimes feel much despair, as I did, in the beginning.

My story started, I guess, much like many others. I started by wearing my mothers frills when I was young. And then, for some strange reason, my TV desires left me from the age of 17 until I married at the age of 23. Then one day my wife was shopping and I was going through her drawers looking for something. As fate might have it I came upon her lingerie and a strange feeling overcame me. The fragrance coming from her panties, girdles and slips, etc, brought back memories from my youth and I soon found myself trying on a pair of panties.

Still, I concealed my thoughts from her until one day when I casually (hah!) mentioned that my shorts were uncomfortable and irritating to my skin. She suggested that I wear a pair of her panties and you can imagine the excitement I felt. After that she would buy me several pairs but always because "men's shorts irritated me" (I would not discuss my TV desires with her) and for no other reasons. Our marriage dissolved a few months after that, and to this day I think her lack of understanding had much to do with