ransvestia

off, went to her bedroom, got some underclothing, and dressed up in her satin wedding gown. My sister being of a larger size made it easy for me to comfortably wear her clothing. Hence a transvestite was born or at least surfaced. I remember from that time on to this day, at every oppor- tunity I've dressed in female clothing. As far as I can remember during my adolescent years this opportunity did not present itself very often. During late grade school years and early high school years I took babysit- ting jobs for the advantage of being able to wear the clothing of the woman I was babysitting for. I was nearly caught several times!

My later years in high school and thru military service, as I think back, prove to be somewhat confusing as I did not at that time have the obses- sion for dressing even as much as I do today at 28 years old.

I married my first wife at an early age, (for both of us) and somehow made a joke out of wearing her things. After awhile, she would have "clothes" ready for me to change into when I came home from work. Even at this stage, let's say between 17 and 21, I did not fully dress in front of my wife. I would wear stockings and a nightgown occasionally but never went all the way. I think that during this time my obsession began to bother me. I felt I was weird, the only one in the world, etc., and what could I say if I was found out? My first wife and I were divorced as a result of problems unrelated to transvestism. Shortly thereafter I married my second wife.

Again, I made a joke out of being able to fit into (as I remember) a pretty taffeta half slip which belonged to my second wife. She at first thought it was funny and used to prod me to wear it. Then one day going thru my personal papers, she found two photographs of me dressed com- pletely in female clothing. After arriving home from work that day, an explanation was in order! At the time I did not know what it was “I had” or what drove me to wearing these clothes. However, I explained to the best of my knowledge that I was not a homosexual, and that I just enjoyed wearing this attire. During the five years in which we were married, my second wife went thru stages. First she seemed to accept this behavior which neither one of us knew the correct answers for. She made clothes for me, helped me to make clothes, bought me clothes and tolerated shop- ping for clothes with me. Then, in the middle of our marriage, she changed her approach, she began trying to shame me from dressing. I remember she prodded me into going to a party dressed as a female. Later I learned that her motive was to shame me; however, I had so much fun at the party that I talked her into going out on the town dressed as I was at the party.

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