time that people like me were considered Transvestites, but I did not learn the full meaning of the word at this time because it was closely linked to homosexuals, and I knew I wasn't one.

Living with my sister wasn't giving me any freedom to dress, so I decided to hit the road and do some traveling. Getting a small feminine wardrobe from my mother, I took off and ended up in Roswell, N.M. I got a garage apartment and dressed every single night: Sleeping in nylon negligees was sheer delight. Being so happy, I thought nothing could drive me from my newly acquired paradise, but a couple from Oklahoma did, and I ended up back in Dallas.

Work in Dallas this time turned out to be satisfactory because I got a job with a long time friend, and had another apartment to carry out my desires. Many times, I tried to quit dressing, but could never succeed Every time I dressed, the deeper it got into my system. I would often dream of being a woman completely for the rest of my life, but knew I couldn't because of my height and weight. Also, I didn't know if I would enjoy the feeling of dressing if I had to do it all the time. But I knew dressing was basically a part of me.

My job ended in Dallas by my quitting and coming to Florida. Before I left Texas, I got rid of all my feminine things. For nearly a year, I struggled with my mind, trying to find out what was right and what wasn't concerning my desires to dress as a woman. I thought I would never be okay because I just knew dressing was all wrong. Late in the fall of 1970 I came across the book, "The Transvestite and his Wife," sold by John Amslow. I sent for the book out of sheer curiosity and have never regretted it. Through the reading of this book and trying to understand its mean- ings, I discovered that I wasn't going crazy like I thought. I adopted my feminine name Angela, and wrote to Chevalier seeking more information about TVism. Virginia, being the nice lady she is, gave me the info about TVia, and welcomed me as a Sister.

I fell in love with my wife, Karen, about this same time. Using my newly acquired knowledge, I gave her "The Transvestite and His Wife" to read, and told her about my life. Karen accepted me, and we were married and now have a child on the way. She also bought me clothes, shoes, etc., and even took the very first pictures of Angela.

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