Transvestia

When it came my turn I didn't go around the circle 1-2-3 but jumped around as I happened to feel drawn to do. You must remember that I came to this group not only dressed like Virginia but feeling like a woman and with something of an inner assurance of being a woman (remember gender and not sex - I'm not a female) and I was determined to let myself go in that role to the very depths, no holds barred and no pretense permitted, this was to be IT. So the first man I chose to encounter with was a tall, handsome, tanned fellow who reminded me of Rex Harrison. I went to him and went through the routine of looking in his eyes and then I gently pushed him to sit down and I curled up in his lap and snuggled into his arms. He held me close and gave me a kiss.

I am well aware that in relating this and other events of the weekend that there will be those among my readers who will smugly, maliciously or ignorantly say to themselves, "You see, Virginia has a homosexual streak in her but she just won't admit it." This accusation will be untrue but that won't deter those who have a neurotic need to hold such attitudes. But it would be untrue and also destroy the whole point of relating this experience if, for fear of such thoughts on the part of readers, I were to omit, gloss over or otherwise fail to relate the experience as it occurred. I wish to relate the experience exactly as it happened so that those truly interested in it can live it with me. The smug, malicious and ignorant like the poor - "ye have always with you" as Jesus said, so I've learned to put up with them.

But to go on with the story . . . the girl who had called me Charlie got a good big masculine type hug and kiss when I came to her. One of the girls was a real little thing that made you want to take care of her. I bodily picked her up in my arms like a mother would have and carried her to the couch and told her that she was my daughter. Other males and females I spoke to, embraced, or reacted to in other ways.

With that exercise out of the way and everybody more or less having expressed themselves and gotten in tune with the feeling of sensitivity experiences Paul turned to the next one. He had each of us in turn discuss our feelings about the idea of public social nudity, our hopes for what we expected from the weekend, fears over appearing nude and so on. We went around the circle. Some of the men were fearful that they would have an erection (and others were fearful least they wouldn't). Women were sensitive

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