RANSVESTIA

when I had the home to myself. Thanks to my sister's wardrobe I was able to dress myself fully from a chic hat to high heels and walk freely about our quiet neighborhood for a few hours at night. I can well remember the excitement and thrill of this experience. I was able to pass neighbors and friends without identification thanks to my skirts, my powder, paint and lipstick. In fact I was enjoying at this stage what I believe is the ultimate goal of most TVs and that is to pass in the crowd, and be accepted as an ordinary girl. Later when I could afford my own feminine wardrobe I made a point of avoiding dresses or coats which were too loud, elaborate or conspicuous. So excited was I at this stage of my life that I thought longingly of the sex change operation, and yearned for femininity.

Later I got employment in London and here I enjoyed the best of the FP world. All day I had my panties, corset, bra and nylons under my male attire, and on return to my flat, off with the hated trousers, etc., and on with a lovely frock or skirt. I was thrilled with the introduction of the "mini" and to walk about with your frock or skirt just hiding your essentials, gave a marvelous feeling of freedom and lightness which is unequalled. With my new found confidence I was able to travel by bus or tube "en femme," and to shop in Oxford St. or Knightsbridge at will. On one occasion when purchasing a new foundation I went into the changing room to try it on, and donned my new garment, paid my bill and walked out. How nice it was to window shop at will and examine the loveliest lingerie without attracting the looks one gets as a male!

Inevitably, I suppose, detection came through a relative, and to please the family I sought medical aid. I was told by a doctor of the latest form of electrical treatment for my inclinations which “had had very favourable results." I wonder if any other girls tried this treatment? I had to stand on a grill bare-footed whilst dressed in lingerie and facing a large mirror. Power was applied to the grill so that electric shocks were sent up the legs and made me dance about to try and find relief. The obvious intent was to set up a strong distaste for the lingerie and to associate it with the un- pleasantness of the treatment. I persisted in the treatment for three months, and then gave it up. I may as well have taken aspirin tablets. Believe me, unpleasant as the treatment was, I really looked forward to my visits to the hospital in order to get into the lingerie which the hospital supplied: and to wear it in the presence of the operatives who controlled the current. I would like to hear the views of any other girls who under- went this treatment about its effect on them. Did it cure anyone? I realize of course, that the FP must want to be cured for such treatment to suc- ceed. I believe that for a couple of months I gave it a genuine chance,