TRANSVESTIA

was operating. I could recall vividly of having played with Judy thous- ands of times.

But I could never remember dressing in her clothes!

Still, at the same time all this was happening, I could feel Sylvia's girls at work on me. I could feel them working on my face, on my hands, at various places on my body. But I couldn't bring them into visual focus, or hear them, or smell them.

And taste. I could taste the sweetness of the cookies Judy's mother used to bake! And Judy was offering me another cookie as I opened my eyes. Still I had no sensation of taking the cookie, or of chewing on it, only the sensation of its taste! Its sweet chocolate taste.

The LSD drug had separated my senses.

My eyes, my ears, my voice, my taste, were in another time zone of my life. I was standing there, arguing with Judy Scott, and yet not feel- ing myself doing it, not feeling my throat, my tongue, make the noises and sounds I could hear.

My feelings were in the present. I could feel the WOMB girls working on me. And I knew the instant they untied me. I sensed the freedom of my arms and legs, the thousand pin pricks as my physical self came slow- ly alive...

....

I wanted to move, and I did move, and I was moving. Only I was moving with Judy to the old garage out in back of her house. Judy paus- ed at the double-doors and handed me the pink pinafore dress and the little black patent-leather shoes. Although I could not feel myself take them from her I could feel the anxiety of wanting to put them on swell up in me as I stepped into the dark interior of the garage.

There, majestic in its shadowy form, was the '32 Model A Ford of the Scott's. I could smell the crankcase oil and the grease on the cement floor. But it was as if I was watching a movie, and all this was moving toward me and through me. Becuase there was no feeling of any of it.

Even as I knew I was changing into Judy's things I had no feeling of doing it, yet I was holding the little panties she had slipped under the pinafore, the little brassiere, all of it...

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