Anonymous

TRUE STORY

ANOTHER POSSIBILITY

Most transvestites discover they like dressing in women's clothes at an early age and go on seeking opportunities to enjoy the acute pleasure of doing so for many years afterwards. Eventually they wonder where the tendency comes from, some becoming almost neurotic with their sense of difference from other men and with their inability to lay the "blame" outside themselves. The sensible ones who cannot put their finger on a specific cause ultimately accept themselves for what they are and come to sensible terms with their womanly side.

The commonest cause, at least from what one reads, is a female rela- tive, a mother or an aunt, who treated the boy as a girl. Other causes include a strongly female environment in the pre-pubescent years and la- ter, the playing of female roles in boys' schools' drama productions, and physical inadequacy of the sort that excludes a boy from the rough and tumbe of boys' games and sports.

In my own case, I don't give a damn why I enjoy occasionally acting as a woman. I just do, very much, and that's all there is to it. I am glad I possess this extra dimension for expression of whatever I am. How- ever, the psychologically-oriented might have a field day with the fact that one of my first memories of a man being dressed as a woman was the sight of my own father in women's clothes and make-up.

It was 1928, I was five years old, and I had crept out of my bedroom to peep around the top of the stairs to see who was doing all the laughing and talking in the hallway below. It was one of those occasions with which our childhoods are spotted and which impress themselves vividly on our senses for the rest of our lives. In between these occasions our early years are vague, or just blank. There were five or six people there,

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