It All Began

Leading Lady

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Marylynn 50-M-1 FPE

I was born and raised in the lonely state of Wyoming. When I was four years old, my parents separated; and as the youngest of three chil- dren, I was sent to live with my Grandparents. I lived with them for the next thirteen years.

My Grandfather was a hard working, quiet man, whose language when he was provoked was liberally sprinkled with "dag-nab-it" and con-sarn it". He rarely used any four letter words. My Grandmother, on the other hand, talked incessantly. Most of the guidance I received, during my "formative years", came from her. She had extremely firm ideas of morality, sex, religion, politics, right and wrong, drinking, swearing and manhood-to name a few. She never missed an opportunity to tell me that-under all circumstances I must be a man. 'Men' didn't cry or whimper. 'Men' always respected women. 'Men' this and 'Men' that, etc., etc., yet it was her efforts to form me into the 'Man' she thought I should be that backfired and led me into the Wonderful World of Transvestism! Her 'training' of me caused me many years of frustration, guilt, fear and anxiety overshadowed, however, by many moments and hours and occasionally-even days of pleasure as a TV.

We lived on a farm about a mile and a half from town. During the school months, I rode a bus to school, but during the summer months, I rarely went into town except Sundays when we went to church. I wasn't lonely, though, as I've always liked being alone and I had a good dog for a companion. I had a few chores to do, but most of my time was free for playing and getting into mischief.

Nothing much happened to me until I was ten years old, when one little incident changed my whole life. My story really starts here.

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