HISTORY

EVOLUTION OF A FEMME-PERSON

Joann 42-A-1 FPE

I can't recall being born, but I must have been, or it is said that I was. It must have been a very horrible thing, for I have been told many, too many, times that I was born backward and have been so all my life. I was one of the comparatively rare, thank goodness, breech births.

About 22 months later I was joined by a sister and I have been told that I resented her arrival. That could very well be, for I seem to have had that feeling all my life. It could be that the many, many references to that episode have had something to do with it, I don't know. How- ever, people that have seen us together have commented that we are like twins. We do look very much alike, the main difference (other than sex) being our difference in height. I am 5'11" and she is 5'2”.

As we grew up, she would, seemingly, go out of her way to get into a fight with the other neighborhood kids while I would run from a fight. She was a tom-boy and I was just the opposite. I do not mean that I was a sissy, but the hard licks in a fight hurt too much for the satisfaction of hitting someone else in return. This led to the observation in the neigh- borhood that Sis should have been the boy and I should have been the girl.

I never did play with dolls, but neither did she very much as I recall. In fact, the only game that I could beat her in was Baseball. In this sport, I got to be such a good batter, I was required to bat left-handed, and when I became proficient at that, the rules were changed to make a ball going over the fence, into our Italian neighbor's grape arbor, an

out.

My first recollection of ever investigating the mysteries of feminine clothing is that one day I was sick with a cold and had to stay home

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