she wore. Most people do this, I guess, but how many can remember the memory of a girl and also remember, in detail, the clothes she wore?

Things went on for me in a usual way after adolescence although I always evaluated a girl as mentioned above. I went to college, graduated with a B.S., earned a Master's Degree (finished in the top 1%), went to work, dated, had good friends, and, in general, enjoyed the experience of life.

Then at 28, I married and life has not been the same since. My GG-wife is seven years my junior, is attractive, works, attends col- lege, likes the usual things, and appears to have few, if any, hang-ups. Our participation in cross-dressing started by accident one Sunday afternoon while we were shopping at a local discount store. We were browsing more than actual shopping and happened to pass the ladies' shoe department where my GG-wife noticed a pair of very high-heeled closed white pumps. I suggested she buy herself a pair, but she complained about the heel height. (I truly believe this was only to get a conversation started on the subject.) I laughed, and she suggested we buy a pair in my size to see how I walked. One thing led to another and that night I found myself made-up, dressed (scarf, no wig), and out in the car driving with my GG-wife. The drive lasted about two hours, was very enjoyable, and was climaxed by me walking around the block with my GG meeting me at the corner with the car. Betty Lynn Palmer was born two months after our mar- riage and as a direct result of our marriage.

Since that first night, Betty has increased steadily in importance and in existence time. She has a closet full of dresses, coats, jewelry, shoes, foundation garments, nighties, wigs, and so on. She has mastered the technique of walking in heels (even spring-o-lators), make-up, and most mannerisms, but is still (and will forever be) working on the ease from pressure of women's clothes, the art of poise, the problems encountered by talking high with long thick vocal cords, and the perennial battle with face and body hair. (The hair bit is a shame: I don't want it, but many men would desire the amount I have.) Betty is not only accepted and enjoyed by my GG, but is insisted upon. Betty and GG go for numerous drives, go to drive-in movies, and occasionally go to drive-in restaurants. We hope to go to another city soon for a one or two week stay with me as Betty for the entire duration. We have a security problem in our hometown not because of my recognition, but because of possible recognition of my GG-wife who is most attractive and stylish (re-

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