new bride, at first, of my cross dressing, as it still had never occured to me that what I was doing was anything except a pleasurable pastime that I would have no more desire for after I had settled down to a normal married life.

We were married only a very short time when I began to realize this was something I would not be able to quit. I spoke to a doctor, who wasn't really too interested in what I had to say, but from him I first heard the term, "Transvestite" and he recommended a book or two that I could purchase for reference on the subject. I finally had to tell my wife of my cross dressing. We talked it over at great length, read everything we could find related to it, and finally decided I should return to dressing rather than try to fight it and end up with a shattered life. She was even mildly pleased when I returned to wearing lingerie. As she stated on a few oc- casions, "she found washing panties was much easier than washing men's shorts and my girdles gave me a much slimmer and attractive appearance." However, the four yeras we were married were mostly stormy and indecisive. One time she would purchase items for me to wear, with no prompting from me, and another time she would threaten to leave if I continued with my dressing. Finally, after a year of separation we were divorced. My wife was not a "one man woman," having started very early in our married life to slip out with other men. So I honestly believe that, had I not been a transvestite our marriage would still have ended up on the rocks. Now that seventeen years have passed since the divorce, and we would no longer jump at each other's throats, I would like to meet with my ex-wife and find out just how much my cross dress- ing figured in her decision to get a divorce if, indeed, it figured at all.

For about two years, after this, I traveled around the country, alone, in the employ of a consulting engineering firm. During this time I was able to cross dress as I pleased. I had hotel accommodations in several cities, at the same time, and on several occasions I drove from one city to another in full dress. But only at night. This was the closest I ever came to cross dressing, completely, in public, and I still go out at night on very rare occasions, but I couldn't possibly risk it during the day. Now that I am getting older I'm afraid my features have become much too mas- culine to ever fool anyone I might come in contact with.

The next event of importance in my life was the Korean War. I was still under 26 years of age, at the time, and being single, with no active service time, I soon found myself drafted into the Army and, within a short while, was on my way to Japan where I spent a period of eighteen months. By now I was self sufficient enough that I could have spent two

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