December 7th, 1941 (I was 24) arrived and the family and relatives (uncles) who were all exmarines persuaded me to enlist. I was accepted even with a completely deaf ear. Boot training at Parris Island was horrible and, to make matters worse, I was assigned to Field Radio Operators School in Quantico where I made close friends who enjoyed drinking beer. I tried for Officer's School but couldn't pass the physical and joined a Division at New River. I feared Officers and was never accepted by the men for my rather feminine attitude. Before going overseas I met my first cross-dresser in Los Angeles. He was an HS who tried to pick me up and was about my size, so I paid him $5.00 to let me put on his drag clothes. He couldn't figure me out, but he had the money. It was a glorious, welcome relief. By that time I had learned about homo's who dressed in drag and had come to the conclusion that I must be like them but afraid to go about it.

Overseas to four landings, Kwajalein, Saipan, Tuirian and Iwo Jima where I ended up in the hospital and was shipped back to San Francisco. Took off from the hospital the first night there and saw my first feminine mimic show (guess where). I was in 7th heaven wishing I could be like them. Back home, got a job with an ad agency and went to Art School. Fell in love with a fine, immature girl and we married. Dressing desires did not lessen. I accumulated a minor wardrobe which I hid. We had two sons. I don't think I was much of a father. I hadn't told my wife of my dressing desires; I was busy learning advertising and dressing whenever I could. My wife couldn't understand why I did not meet her sexual demands and on occasion drank heavily and sought the company of other women. Inevitably the marriage failed and ended in divorce. Although accused of having affairs with other women, I was in fact dressing but did not confess it.

Taking up bachelor life, I accumulated a good wardrobe, and confined my TV activity to my apartment. On occasion I visited gay bars to look at drag queens but was reluctant to talk to them.

Five years later, a close friend was killed in an auto crash leaving a widow and 3 children. I kept the widow company and soon fell in love with her. I confessed that I was a TV. Neither of us knew much about what a TV was. I changed jobs, moved

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