RANSVESTIA
I began to grow up. I entered high school and I went out for the foot- ball team. In those days I weighed a whopping hundred (100) pounds. The only thing that endeared me to the coaches was my determination to play football. Heaven knows I wasn't big enough or for that matter talen- ted enough. However this made a lot of friends for me and I became quite popular in high school. I managed to break into a couple of clubs that previously had been all girl clubs (the girl within showing).
My junior year I joined the FTA (Future Teachers of America) and was elected vice-president my senior year. After finally realizing that I would never be more than a one or two minute football player in games that were hopelessly lost or winning by a large margin, I decided to be- come a cheerleader. Would you believe that I was elected head cheer- leader? Well, I was.
All this time I continued to dress whenever I got a chance. Occasionally after everybody had gone to bed I would get some things out of their hiding places and put them on. It was about this time that I read about Christine Jorgenson. Oh how I envied her. I wanted so much to be a girl that I had dreams of duplicating her feat. I also remember coming across one of the men's magazines with a story of Charlotte McLeod who had undergone the same kind of operation. I read every word over and over again. I used to dream that I would wake up and have beautiful breasts like girls do. But alas these were only dreams.
Once while in high school one of the clubs decided to give a mock wedding to raise money for the club. A mock wedding, or as it is called around home, a womanless wedding, is where all the members of the cast are men and boys. To my surprise I was picked to play one of the brides- maids. I remember going home and telling Mother and she gave me one of her dresses to wear. It was a pink and white striped dress. So with a bra, a pair of bobby sox (remember them?) and Mother's dress I per- formed my part in the play. One particular boy in the play went to great lengths to really look like a girl. He padded his hips, wore high heels, and used make up. We had quite a lot of fun. I have often won- dered about this boy because as I remember, he looked very much a lady that day. Perhaps he too was a T.V.
After graduating from high school I got a job as an office boy with a lumber concern in my home town. One year later found me without a job. During this time I had become familiar with a man who ran a radio parts wholesale store through his daughter whom I dated occasionally.
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