Transvestia

my future looked extremely black, while I looked at it differently. Yes I was divorced, no money (she took it all), no trade or skill with which I could obtain a job and physically unable to work. At least that is what everyone who knew me thought. The way I looked at the situation was that there was only one way to go and that way was up. It was like being reborn again, starting life anew. Life to me, couldn't get worse, but I could make it so much better. I could at long last have the life I had dreamed of so often in the past. I had nothing to lose and everything to gain. With this goal in mind I started the long hard road up hill toward this wonderful life I now live.

After much hard work and perserverence I was able to walk enough to start the next step on the road to my goal. I had obtained a job, but it paid just a bare existence. I had to do better but my physical condition would not permit it in the trade that I knew and was able to work at. I had to find a new trade, one in which I could go a great deal higher in earning ability and in which my physical condition would not impose any limits or restrictions on me. With the help of the California State Rehabilitation Program, I was able to select a trade which was very much in demand and to go to school to learn it at the State's expense. On completing school and landing my first job in my new trade, I was able to move away from my father and brother. At long last I was on my own, away from the prying eyes of my family. I wasn't earning much money, but I was able to start acquiring a feminine wardrobe. Just a few articles at a time, buying them as a man for his sister. I wore the clothes along with makeup during all my free time at home. By wearing feminine clothes and applying make up daily, I became accustomed to the clothes and acquired the ability to apply make up with ease. The first hurdle had been accomplished and it was now time to start the next step toward a feminine masculine life.

I had been purchasing women's fashion magazines along with hair style magazines from the time I had moved into my first apartment. I had studied the magazines very closely and knew the things I wanted to do. The first two things that faced me were my hairy arms and my bushy eyebrows. I shaved my arms in one fell swoop, I'm sure some people I knew noticed it one commented about the sudden change. I started plucking my eyebrows, just a few hairs at a time until now I

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