lark had become vital to him now. He pulled the girdle on, eased into the hose, and hooked them to the girdle. When he slid his feet into her heels, he found that they were tight, but he could manage to wear them. He put on the blue dress Mom had loved and her big wide-brimmed Sunday hat before he stepped in front of the mirror. Terry could not believe his eyes! He looked amazingly like his dead mother! Terry tore the clothes off with burning eyes and an aching heart. That night, he finished packing the bags with their clothes and took them away the next day.

He had not thought much about what he had done until a few months later, when he read a magazine article about transvestites and their ways of reacting to the strain of the modern world. He was surprised to find that other men dressed as women. He began searching bookstores to find out all that he could about this phenomenon. After reading everything he had located, he still had no answers as to why he had a longing to dress again. He decided that the only relief would be to have his own feminine clothing, so he began shopping. He ordered some things from a catalog and bought a few pieces himself. After he had gotten his things through the mail, Terry dressed early one Sunday morning and stayed dressed all day. He had thought that would cure him, but the great feeling he got from walking around and doing little jobs in a dress made him realize that this was the answer to the empty feeling he had felt inside.

All of these things flashed through Terry's mind as he laid out the things from his suitcase. After he put on a pair of lacy pink panties, a padded pink bra, and his favorite white nylon robe, he felt much better. He hooked the garter belt and tightened his nylons before slipping his feet into the fluffy white mules. When he lay down on the living room couch to read, it was a Terry at ease with the world.

Suddenly the front door opened and there was his mother-in-law! Terry was too surprised to do anything except gasp. When she saw how he was dressed, she stopped short and looked at Ellen, who was beside her. "Why didn't you tell me about Terry being a TV, Ellen?”

"Mother, I didn't know about it myself until this very moment," she mumbled as she stared at Terry in disbelief.

Terry had sat up and was trying to say something, but nothing came out. His mind raced furiously as he tried to think of some explanation, but the evidence he was wearing overwhelmed any excuses. The two

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