TRANSVESTIA

I had calmed down considerably by this time and was enjoying a beer with him. He asked what name I used when dressed and I told him. Then the fun and games started.

"Marilyn," he said, “do you have a dark wig?"

"Yes."

"That blonde one makes you look older."

That sent me scurrying upstairs to put a dark one on. A fast brushing with brunette makeup and I confronted him again.

"Oh! That's better," he said. "Don't you have any dresses that are shorter? That one is an old lady's dress." (It cleared my knees, but he wanted a mini.)

Back upstairs and into one of my wife's that I had tried on. Believe it or not, I'm down to 160 pounds and could squeeze into her size 14! It was black and I changed into the long, dark wig I'd purchased the day my wife left for the coast. He yelled up at me to put on some flats if I had any!

When I came down again, he stood up and smiled at me great now," and "I love that long wig.'

"You look

How's that for acceptance? We talked until nearly midnight and when left he said, "I like you Marilyn, and your secret is safe with me." I could have kissed him.

He visited me once after that when I modeled the remains of my ward-n robe including one pants-suit of my wife's, and again we had a pleas- ant evening. My step-sons came home on Christmas Vacation, though, and Marily went back into the trunk.

I had hoped that Steve's acceptance of me would give me the courage to tell my step-sons about Marilyn, but their opinions are adamant and bigoted; so I feel I'd better wait a while.

As so many of us know, the shock and fear of being discovered is al- most overpowering at times. How many of us have tried to quit? Only to let our Femme self sneak back into our lives - demanding her right- ful place in life.