TRUE STORY

OUT IN THE BIG WORLD

by Sandy-Texas

Dear Virginia

While I am sure your files are replete with similar stories, I thought I would drop a note into the hopper containing this set of happenings for the sake of general interest.

Some of us are not at all accepted at home by our families and rather than undergo the upset of our loved ones and possible disintegration of our families we go underground and seek out ways to cope with our hobby. Such is my case. My coping mechanism is one of total abstinance at home and elsewhere until I am sent on business trips. Then it is a differ- ent matter. Expression becomes the order of the day until the trip ends. I seek no consolation, advice or sympathy. I merely state facts to set the stage for this story. With my individual priorities, my coping mechanism is sufficient and satisfying.

Occasionally events transpire to make one of those outings more exciting than others, yes and more memorable than others too. Such events happened last week when I made a four day trip to San Antonio (about 230 miles driving one way).

The house was empty of family when I went in to pack and leave. I took advantage of a rare mid-day opportunity to indulge in my hobby. I shower- ed, shaved and performed the other toilet features to feminize myself then dressed as sensously as I pleased, relishing every moment of it. My panties were pale blue bikinis with matching bra. Over this came the other deli- ciously delicate items until I was fully dressed and ready to travel. This was complicated by one small thing. My car was outside in clear view of neighborhood children playing nearby. So I masked my appearance with

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