The third Halloween, in 1956, Paula came as a Victorian lass in a long cotton dress my wife had made, and the rented wig. It was not nearly as effective as the previous appearances, and something of an anti-climax. In addition, my wife began to feel we were overdoing it, so that was the last Halloween for Paula. By this time, though, the desire to dress was thoroughly aroused, and she began to collect a larger wardrobe of stockings, used skirts, second-hand sweaters and a $6 Dynel wig all in a secret box in the attic. (What WOULD we do without attics?)

About this time began the literature search we almost all go through. I dug up Havelock Ellis' treatise on Eonism, bought a copy and re-read it. After that, Cauldwell's book was a let-down, and even Hirshfeld's was just more of the same; $12.50, that could have better been used elsewhere, wasted! Finally, after about two years of this, I hit upon TVia in a Times Square book-store. It was one of the early ones that carried Susanna's address and phone number, yet I hesitated to make any such contact. Instead, I set to working learning photography, with Paula as my ever-willing model. I went the whole way on black and white, developing and printing at least 1000 prints. (I don't bother with this any more, as I know now a developing lab can't possibly study each picture and couldn't care less anyhow. Also, having tried Paula's pictures on some store clerks I find they will hardly believe it's the same person). Of course, this made quite a bundle, so eventually my wife found some of them.... and those vanished forever, but without any battle.

When I felt I had Paula polished up enough, I did call Susanna. She invited Paula to the Resort, and we made a date for the next week-end. I drove all the way up to that area, but got lost and had to phone for further directions. Whoever answered the phone didn't know Susanna, and was pretty gruff about it. I was about out of nerve anyhow, so home I went 200 miles. That was my only attempt to meet another TV until Virginia held her "open-house" in New York the Fall of 1963. There I got to meet Jody, Felicity and Sheila, plus Sheila's wife Avia. We all compared pictures, and I found Paula was not so far out of line as I had feared.

Before I made further contact, Paula “just didn't have a THING to wear", so I really went shopping. It turned out you can purchase quite openly without any great embarrassment, just by being confident and saying they are for your own use "at a party”.

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