Transvestia
fear of death constantly. I get very little rest (4 hours sleep per day) and work 12-13 hours a day or night as the case usually is. The VC have really been raining rockets into Saigon and "L--" (his femname) trembles with terror every time she hears them coming in. I am on the verge of a nervous breakdown and I just don't know if I'm going to make it. Imagine having to go 127 days without dressing and having absolutely no contact with femininity. And still I have "121" more days to endure this terrible traumatic experience. "L-" has never been more terror stricken and despondent in all her life. And she lives with the fear that if "S" (his name) dies, she also dies. Please pray for me, Virginia. I need the prayers of all of my sisters of tranvestism. All I live for now is R & R so I can be free for one week and dress and find escape from this horrible war.
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Two weeks ago, a rocket hit only block away from me. I was so scared that I cringed on the ground and trembled as the rockets kept coming in for about 5 minutes but it seemed like an hour.
My wife writes such beautiful love letters. But it only makes me more homesick and depresses me that much more. I need her so bad I could cry.
Please forgive me for crying on your shoulder this way. I hadn't intended to do this, but here I find myself pouring my heart out to you.
Sincerely, "S-_-"
SSSSSSS
Dear Virginia,
SSSSSSSSS
I am writing this to tell you how I became a Transvestite. The earliest I can remember about myself getting dressed in girl's clothes, was I guess around the age of 8. To start at the beginning, my mother was out of the house, at some meeting I believe. My brother was staying late after school playing baseball with some of his friends. My father was at work and was going to go to a meeting after work. So I knew that the house was empty. I rushed home after school, and went up to my room, put my schoolbooks away and took my jacket off. I decided to go into my parents room and to try on some of my mother's clothes. My transvestite
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