My father was an Engineer and traveled all over the world, being gone for months at a time, so she never told him of my "fetish".

I asked Mom one day if she would buy me some girl's clothes of my own, but she refused. Wearing her skirt was all she would tolerate. But she introduced me into the world of feminity — although it was several years before I learned that I was a Transvestite and not a freak.

My parents were killed in an accident my senior year in High School and I lived with an Aunt until I started attending the University. A trust fund paid my school and living expenses and I had a generous allowance for spending money. I hated the group living in the dormitory and moved into a small rented studio apartment my Sophomore year. Once I was alone, the longing for feminine clothes came on like a cavalry charge. I bought the necessities (rather indiscriminately as I was strictly an amatuer) and would dress in them almost every evening while I studied. My grades improved and I was happy — although somewhat lonesome, too.

I was known as a "loner" and an intellectual snob because I very seldom mingled with the crowd and rarely attended any school activity. I was happier being by myself of an evening dressed as I wished. True, I was quite often lonely, but there was no one I could turn to for help or companionship. A classmate "discovered" me one evening when he came barging in without knocking. That was the last time I ever left the door unlocked. I explained that I was practicing for a part in the Little Theatre in a neighboring town, but he didn't believe me. I finally told him the truth and he promised to keep my secret. With that promise, we had coffee and I helped him with his chemistry problems. After that evening, he always called before he came over, and I never bothered to change clothes if I was wearing a dress. He said that he didn't care what I wore as he was only interested in picking my brain. We became good friends. He not only kept his promise, but helped me many times in the future.

One evening I dressed very properly and thought I had done an excel- lent job of applying my makeup; so, feeling very brave, I drove to a drive- in for a cup of coffee. Suddenly, the rear doors opened and two chemistry students whom I knew slightly, piled in.

"What's goin' on, V.J.?" demanded one of them.