Transvestia

Dupont on new fabrics for underwear for women. I am also think- ing some of getting into the mens underwear line but the more i think about it the more I think that I am crazy. I think that any- rather than a poor substitute of mens wear made of feminine ma- terial. This may have to go by the board.

Mary's and my marriage is still like our honeymoon of 10 years ago. We are both 10 years older and we have been blessed with two gorgeous little girls. I have worn my wonderful silks ever since getting home from Hawaii 10 years ago. Don't get me wrong it hasn't all been sugar and honey. There have been trying times. Some of the people at the plant resent my wearing dresses all of the time and have indicated that I am queer. Also, just last month after my picture appeared in FORTUNE magazine in feminine I received many letters indicating that I was some kind of nut and should be run out of town on a rail. Even in our town the mayor has stated that I, a man, has no right to dress as I did. I told him and the city just how I felt and that I could move my business anywhere anytime I wished if he wasn't satisfied with me or the payroll our plant contributed to the community. I received a pub- lic apology and believe it or not I think that the old goat may give a go at transvestism himself. He is asking an awful lot of questions about feminine attire that I wouldn't have asked until I really got the bug for this way of life. I also received many letters from people that feel as I do and dress as I do and think that I am doing a great job. Also, offers came from several midwestern cities offer- ing to build a plant for us should we ever decide to move. We are thinking of a new plant somewhere in the central part of the states but where it will be I don't know.

As for the children they know that they have a father who wears womens clothes. For awhile they called me mommy-daddy but we thought better of this and they now call me daddy, which is wonderful. I have explained to them that I manufacture womens clothes and must wear them myself to see that all is go- ing right. This seems to make sense to them and their little friends I overheard one of them telling my 8 year old the other day that she wished that her father was as pretty as my child's father.