She appeared to have a very nice time at the Hayride and so I asked her to many other outings that we had at my Church. I was the presi- dent of my Sunday School class, secretary of the Baptist Training Union, and a junior deacon at the time. I knew that I wanted her for my wife, if I ever got married. Several years after this, I did marry her, and she has been a joy to me ever since.

The second thing that happened to me was that I was turned down for my chosen career. I wanted to be a Navy man and make this my life for 20 or 30 years. An old ailment stood in my way. This cropped up several times to help make my life, as a growing young man, com- pletely miserable. I happen to be one of the people that have an un- descended testicle. This condition is, in itself, not a thing to be afraid of, if it is caught in time. I have found that it is pretty commonplace, but should be corrected at the earliest possible moment. However, the physical effect is not as bad as the mental effect. Can you imagine what your friends (?) would say when this defect was noticed? I do. The names that I was called were-One Ball and that was shortened to O.B., and then there was the one that I really hated-Half A Man. So, they said, if you are half a man, you must be half a girl.

Finally school was over and I was out to find a job and get on with the life ahead. I went to work for a wholesale supply house, where I wasted two years, before I found out that I would be in a rut for the next 40 and almost no chance for advancement.

I married that wonderful girl and soon after I changed jobs, got into an apprenticeship program for a skilled trade. We had 10 won- derful months together, when Uncle Sam invited me to join the Army to help stop Mr. Hitler. I thought I had rather help stop the Japanese, so I applied for the Navy. This time my deficiency did not matter, so I was accepted. Three years and four days later I resumed my place in civilian life and in another year we were blessed with a boy.

During the time we were waiting for the baby, I mentioned one night that I would like to wear a pair of her panties. To my eternal surprise, she said O.K. Then I bought a pair of high heel shoes. That, too, was O.K. Encouraged, I put on a dress and makeup-and no wig. That popped the top. She said that I looked horrible, and I agree with her now, and that stopped that. I did swear off, (the old story), and stuck by it for quite a time, but the old urge came again.

One night, reading one of the "girlie" magazines, I came across an

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