parents argued very little, laughed a lot, loved each other and their children, made me attend church, spared me family worries, treated me like a typical boy, and only the death of my father (I was 15) separated them. Two of my three brothers are younger than I, all are typical, and all are now successful in their chosen occupations. I do not believe they have any TV tendencies or urges, or for that matter any hang-ups. (I hate to go on; with this background I could be President.)

Not much concerning cross-dressing occurred during my child- hood. About the age of four or five, I tried on a pair of my mother's shoes and enjoyed the sensation. Was this a start? I don't know. I tried them on because they were smaller than my dad's and although both parent's shoes were too large, my mother's were easier to get around in. Besides, the high heel made me feel strange. The only importance I find in this incident is that I remember it in detail now while other, probably more significant memories regarding other experiences, have been forgotten. Just for the record, I did this only two or three times for short periods of time and had no close calls. At age seven, I was to go to a Halloween party dressed as a girl. The idea (I don't remember whose it was) was innocent and both parents dressed me up and my dad was taking me as it was at a foot- ball field. However, for some last minute reason, I backed out. Once again, no big deal, just a childhood experience.

Nothing else concerning TV occurred until I reached puberty (11 years old) and this may be significant. One day I found myself in our bathroom and I saw a pair of my mother's shoes on a bench. They had been polished. For some reason, perhaps the memory of my four or five year old experience, I slipped them on. You guessed it! Now I was too large for them. They were sling pumps and I walked no more than four or five steps with the straps down, shoes slipping, felt like I was dying, braced myself against a wall, and ex- ploded! This ends the story of a kid's first orgasm.

The above was also an isolated, although exciting experience which until recently was not connected with cross-dressing or any- thing. My adolescent years were usual in that the majority of my time was spent trying to get up enough nerve to ask girls for dates and trying to cure myself of terminal acne. I succeeded in both cases; the first because of a car and the second because of nature. One, now noticeable, behavior pattern emerged during my adolescence. It was evaluating the general appearance of a girl at least 50% by the clothes.

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